There is something about plane crashes that always hits close to home for me. There is always someone I know, catching a plane to somewhere, and it always feels like there could be someone I know in that particular crash, though, thank God, that has actually not happened.
But I was moved to tears by the news that the recent plane crash of Continental Express Flight 347, which left no survivors, had carried a widow of a man who died in one of the twin towers in 9/11. It just seemed like too much random bad luck. My thoughts and prayers are with the families of the survivors...
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