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a near miss

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tokyo, 2010.05.26

Meanwhile, back in Toronto, a friend witnessed a fatal airplane crash.

The plane crashed in the city itself, and he says it nearly hit him and a co-worker. As he tells it: My co-worker and I decided to go for lunch. We were almost there when we spotted a plane flying low towards us. Directly towards us as if it was going to crash right into us. At the last moment it nose dived into a building. I think the pilot knew what would happen if it crashed onto Woodbine Ave. and decided that ditching onto a roof top would cause less damage. All I can say is 6 lives to go, as I have used up three on other weird occasions.

Three good things that happened today:

1. My friend survived

2. No plane crashes near here (though I'm quite close to Haneda airport)

3. no fatalities in my environment at all

rand()m quote

... I'll let you in on a secret. Big people are exactly the same as little people. They're selfish, squabbling children whose motivations are jealousy and greed. No one becomes big when the hit adulthood. They just become better at hiding how small they are.

—Jonathan Rosenberg