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Joined: 5-November 07
From: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
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This story is amazing. This guy was flying to a place in northern Angola when the plane crashed RIGHT INTO HIS BACKYARD!
After jumping off the wing I looked around. It was chaos. Passengers were running away from the plane, passing people from town who were running towards it. Lots of screaming and crying. Some people dropped to their knees and praised God; others just stood in a daze. Relatives of missing passengers were running around wailing. A large crowd had formed and moved closer to the plane. A stream of fuel poured out under the wing - I pictured someone dropping a cigarette and an explosion taking out 100 spectators.
I phoned a co-worker to bring our car to help shuttle the injured to the hospital. Then I went round to the front of the aeroplane, which rested next to a half-destroyed house. Then I realised, "Wait, that's my neighbour's house!" I hadn't had any idea where we were. So I looked on the other side of the plane and there was my guard standing on the roof of my own home. I walked around the wreckage and into my house, where I was greeted with hugs and declarations that God was with me.
When we'd veered off the runway, the plane had crashed into my neighbour's house. Then, on its way to my house, we hit the big tree in my front yard. The tree was ripped out of the ground, but only after slicing the plane in half between first class and economy. The rear smashed into another neighbour's house. The old man who lived there had had a few beers and was in bed sleeping it off. We came to a stop in his bedroom.