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While cruising at 36,000
feet, the airplane shuddered, and a passenger looked out the window.
"Oh no!" he screamed, "One of the engines just
blew up!" Other passengers left their seats and came running
over; suddenly the aircraft was rocked by a second blast as yet
another engine exploded on the other side. The passengers were
in a panic now, and even the stewardesses couldn't maintain order.
Just then, standing tall and smiling confidently, the pilot strode
from the cockpit and assured everyone that there was nothing to
worry about. His words and his demeanor seemed made most of the
passengers feel better, and they sat down as the pilot calmly
walked to the door of the aircraft. There, he grabbed several
packages from under the seats and began handing them to the flight
attendants. Each crew member attached the package to their backs.
"Say," spoke up an alert passenger, "Aren't those
parachutes?" The pilot confirmed that they were. The passenger
went on, "But I thought you said there was nothing to worry
about?" "There isn't," replied the pilot as a third
engine exploded. "We're going to get help."
Taxiing down the tarmac,
the jetliner abruptly stopped, turned around and returned to the
gate. After an hour-long wait, it finally took off. A concerned
passenger asked the flight attendant, "What was the problem?"
"The pilot was bothered by a noise he heard in the engine,"
explained the Flight Attendant, "and it took us a while to
find a new pilot."
A man was caught in
a flood. Two men came by in a boat to rescue him, but he waved
them away shouting "No the Lord will save me"
One hour later another boat came along, but the man said "No
the Lord will save me"
Eventually, a helicopter
arrived but the man insisted, "The Lord will save Me"
Unfortunately the man
drowned and at the gates of heaven he asked St. Peter "Wy
didn't the Lord save me?"
And St. Peter replied
"for crying out loud, he sent two boats and a helicopter,
what more do you want?!" (for Gill, Katie and Charlotte)
That's not flying, that's just falling with style.
Woody, from the 1996 movie 'Toy Story,' regarding Buzz
The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject
There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying.
The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground
and miss. Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it. The first
part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself
forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that
it's going to hurt. That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to
miss the ground. Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they
are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail
to miss it fairly hard.
Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents
One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally.
It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because
you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted
by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no
longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how
much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.
It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from
these three things during the split second you have at your disposal.
Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment
with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.
If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily
distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs
(tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal
inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly
spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a
nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground
completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what
might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.
This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration. Bob
and float, float and bob. Ignore all considerations of your own
weight and simply let yourself waft higher.
Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because
they are unlikely to say anything helpful. They are most likely
to say something along the lines of, 'Good God, you can't possibly
be flying!' It is vitally important not to believe them or they
will suddenly be right. Waft higher and higher. Try a few swoops,
gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing
regularly. DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.
When you have done this a few times you will find the moment
of distraction rapidly becomes easier and easier to achieve. You
will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your
flight, your speed, your manoeuvrability, and the trick usually
lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but
just allowing it to happen as if it was going to anyway.
You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something
you will almost certainly cock up, and cock up badly, on your
first attempt. There are private flying clubs you can join which
help you achieve the all-important moment of distraction. They
hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from
behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical
moments. Few genuine hitch-hikers will be able to afford to join
these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment
— Douglas Adams, 'The Hitch-Hikers Guide To The Galaxy,' which
I heard as a kid on BBC radio 4 the first time it was broadcast.
Since then its been a four-book trilogy and a TV show.
Landing on the ship during the daytime is like sex, it's either
good or it's great. Landing on the ship at night is like a trip
to the dentist, you may get away with no pain, but you just don't
feel comfortable. — LCDR Thomas Quinn, USN.
The strength of the turbulence is directly proportional to the
temperature of your coffee.
— Gunter's Second Law of Air Travel
The bulk of mankind is as well equipped for flying as thinking.
— Jonathon Swift
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