Apparently my wife is well aware of exactly what my emotional Achilles’ Heel is, since she sent me this story:
3-year-old found alive after plane crash kills two
For five hours in the freezing mountains, a little girl hung from a car seat in the twisted wreckage of a crashed Cessna. When rescue workers finally reached her, her first request was for her teddy bearBy MARK HUME and KATHERINE O’NEILL AND DAWN WALTON
October 30, 2007 at 1:36 AM EDT
VANCOUVER, EDMONTON AND CALGARY — With darkness falling in the Rocky Mountains and fresh snow on the ground, two Canadian Forces search-and-rescue workers scrambled through the brush and ran down an icy creek toward the badly twisted body of a small aircraft.
When they looked inside the upturned wreckage they saw an incredible sight – two bodies rested in the front seats, but in the rear, alive and hanging upside down in a car safety seat, was a three-year-old girl.
My mind was already shuddering after just the subheadline. Imagine what that kid felt during those five hours. I know kids are ridiculously resilient, but just imagining that five hours upsets me.
