Major bummer

[Skogen]

So a small plane crashed earlier tonight less than a mile form my house! I didn't see it, but I heard it go down & crash. I hopped on my bike, and checked out the scene, and it looks like it plowed right into someone's kitchen.

Just a fun fact for you all.

[Kaldaur]

That was my house, I was cooking dinner.

[Burke]

My great Uncle died like that. Someone flying a Cessna had some malfunction on a night flight and crashed into his house.

[Adex_Xeda]

Witnessing death is very odd.

It's as if for the few shocking moments after the event, time slows down.

The back of your mind, conditioned by violent TV shows, disconnects you from the reality of the moment. But, as nothing changes and as the commercials don't come, for the first time your mind registers that yes, you just witnessed death.

Death, the gravity of it rolls onto your shoulders as you stand there. Endlessly the actions leading up to the death you witnessed replay against the back of your retinas. Alive then dead, Alive then dead.

You're trapped in that moment, trying to compute what you've just seen. You locked in a that cycle for a while.

All of your concerns and problems of that day seem insignificant after witnessing death.

As your try to resume going to wherever you were going before witnessing death, you consider your life. You consider how fragile you are, and how at the mercy of circumstance you existance depends.

You feel fragile. That could of been you. Random chance could just as easily chosen you.

The gravity of it remains for a few days.

We have been conditioned to associate death with make belive. When reality contradicts our conditioning, it impacts us like a ton of bricks.

It's as if someone hammered a gong right next to your ear; a penetrating blast that stuns you into realizing your own fragility.

[Tyek]

Seriously that crashed happened next door to my sister in law's grandparents house. She said it was sick. She saw his mangled body. The family that lived there had just remodeled the place and it is trashed.

[Salis]

Witnessing death is very odd.

It's as if for the few shocking moments after the event, time slows down.

The back of your mind, conditioned by violent TV shows, disconnects you from the reality of the moment. But, as nothing changes and as the commercials don't come, for the first time your mind registers that yes, you just witnessed death.

Death, the gravity of it rolls onto your shoulders as you stand there. Endlessly the actions leading up to the death you witnessed replay against the back of your retinas. Alive then dead, Alive then dead.

You're trapped in that moment, trying to compute what you've just seen. You locked in a that cycle for a while.

All of your concerns and problems of that day seem insignificant after witnessing death.

As your try to resume going to wherever you were going before witnessing death, you consider your life. You consider how fragile you are, and how at the mercy of circumstance you existance depends.

You feel fragile. That could of been you. Random chance could just as easily chosen you.

The gravity of it remains for a few days.

We have been conditioned to associate death with make belive. When reality contradicts our conditioning, it impacts us like a ton of bricks.

It's as if someone hammered a gong right next to your ear; a penetrating blast that stuns you into realizing your own fragility.

Awesome, now apply that to your arguments six months ago about going to war with Iraq.

[Adex_Xeda]

In the case of Iraq, inaction was the bloodier choice.

[Chidoro]

For who? Not us