Growing up I’ve always lived near a private but busy, Harbor Springs Airport. Less than a mile as the crow flies to the runway. Plane crashes have always worried me. My own experiences with commericial flying haven’t been good and as we watch planes go over in a steady stream we can hear engines miss, stall or even see that they are coming in too low or high. Now that I’m grown and live in the house next door to the house I grew up in, we’re in direct line of the runway.
A few years a go a friend and I were outside and watched a helicopter take off and head north. I don’t know why it grasped our attention but we were later horrified to learn that the helicopter had disappered during that flight. When they finally found it in a remote wooded location the pilot has passed away from injuries and exposure. Had he been found earlier he possibly could have survived.
Fast forward to this week. I was floored to learn there had been a plane crash between our home and the runway. We heard nothing that night and neither did my parents who live next door to us. It has left us feeling pretty bad because the pilot wasn’t found until the next morning when people came into work and found the crash site behind their building. The pilot had died and that left us wondering if we had heard the crash could he have been saved.
I can’t tell you how often we hear planes come in and wonder if their going to make the airport and 99.9% of the time they do. I have nightmares when I see planes crashing into homes on tv and know that one day this could be us, but I can’t live on what ifs, all I can do is be vigilant and pray.