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Brace for Impact

Brace for Impact

My emergency landing changed my life.


Listening to the survivors of Flight 1549 who made an emergency landing in the Hudson River, I was suddenly transported 11 years ago when I, too, lived through an emergency landing in Toronto, Canada.

I was pregnant at the time, and flying to St. Louis to speak. I was making the final edits to the manuscript of my new book, "Remember My Soul: What to Do in Memory of a Loved One."

Soon after takeoff, the plane seemed to suddenly level off. I thought perhaps it was my imagination. I looked around and all the other passengers, mostly businessmen, were intently reading their newspapers and periodicals.

About 10 minutes later, the pilot, as calm as could be, announced that we had prematurely leveled off because of some technical difficulties that they were trying to correct. I looked around; no one seemed to bat an eye.

A few minutes later the pilot told us that due to a mechanical problem that cannot be corrected, they were going to have to turn back to Toronto. He assured us that there was nothing to worry about and that we would be rebooked on another flight.

Now my fellow passengers put down their reading material, but the look in their eyes was not fear, just annoyance. They were looking at their watches and mentally calculating how to rearrange their meetings. I was also trying to figure out which talks I may miss and how to contact Aish St. Louis to tell them about the delay.

We slowly turned back, banking through the heavenly clouds, and within a few minutes were told to prepare for landing. The plane made a regular descent, but just before touching down, it suddenly pulled up. The pilot could not land the plane.

I stopped a flight attendant who I had greeted warmly upon entering the plane and asked what was wrong. "The hydraulic system of the plane has failed."

"What does the hydraulic system do?" I asked.

"It flies the plane."

Someone else asked another flight attendant what was going on, and she answered with nervous emotion, "I don't know."

The captain, ever calm, came over the P.A. system again: "Well, that didn't seem to work. We're going to come around and try this again. Please listen to instructions from your flight attendants. We may have to make an emergency landing."

I look around and people were no longer thinking about their business meetings. Everyone's lips were moving. This was it. It was time to pray.

I closed my eyes and pictured the headlines: I took a breath and said to myself, "Focus."

My rabbi, Rabbi Noah Weinberg (may he live and be well), always teaches that the essence of prayer is: What do you want, and why do you want it? We usually stop at the first step -- what do we want – and forget to answer the underlying reason why we really want it. And the first answer to "why" is almost never the answer.

This was my moment with God. I wanted to live, but why?

God wants to give us what we want, but until we know why we want it, we may just pass it by or not use it properly.

So this was my moment with God. What did I want? I wanted to live. Why? I can be the mother to my children. Hmmm...the four at home are young, and my husband could marry again, someone else could also be the mother to my children.

Why? Why do I want to live to be the mother to my children? What can I give my children that no one else could possibly give them?

Now I was getting to the root of the matter. And then I made my deal with God: "If You get me out of this," I whispered to the Almighty, "and I live, I will dedicate myself to giving to my children the unique things that only I can give, and in gratitude I will do ____." I filled in the blank and promised to do a particular mitzvah (commandment).

The plane came around again and we went in for the landing. Looking out the window I could see the many flashing lights of the fire engines and ambulances waiting for us below. There was total silence on the plane. That one minute felt like an eternity, and thank God, we landed safely.

We disembarked like any other flight and they re-booked us on various airlines to St. Louis. I missed the first talk I was to give, but made the rest, and spoke publicly about the incredible opportunity God had given me to really examine what my life was about.

To this day, every time I do that mitzvah I promised to do, I am instantly back on that plane, and in God's Hands. I am clear, focused, and I know what life is all about. The impact of the experience was truly life changing, and it continues today.

I often tell people who have gone through something dramatic and are so filled with thankfulness to the Almighty, to ground that feeling by taking on a mitzvah. It doesn't have to be anything huge; a simple, small mitzvah done on a daily or weekly basis will take the gratitude and growth that came from the experience and keep it in your mind and soul forever. The last thing you want to do with such a message is to forget and lose it.

Chesley Sullenberger, the pilot of the ill-fated US Airways flight, told the cabin moments before crash landing, "Brace for impact." His words still apply. I hope the passengers indeed brace for impact -- and take to heart and sustain the clarity such a dramatic experience of survival can have on their lives.

January 18, 2009

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Visitor Comments: 15

(15) Anonymous, January 23, 2009 5:35 PM

You are a "mother" to many!

And those of us who have benefited so profoundly from your unique goodness are thankful.

(14) Anonymous, January 22, 2009 7:02 PM

I had the worst episode of heavy bleeding to the point of losing consciousness in a doctor's office who had 30 years of expertise in treating that particular problem, and did emergency surgery to stop it. Hashgacha pratios.

(13) Beverly Kurtin, January 22, 2009 12:05 AM

A real hero when we need one

Scully is one of those rare individuals whose training and experience came together at the exact time it was needed. I've had some close calls while landing and another craft was on the runway we were supposed to land on, but, thank G-d nothing like what those folks on Scully's flight had to experience. Three cheers for a magnificent flier!

(12) Reuven Abedon, January 21, 2009 9:08 AM


You have done more than be a unique mother to your children. You have caused me and probably countless others to take to heart what they are in this world for. I truly appreciate it.

(11) Ruth Housman, January 20, 2009 3:41 PM

what happened?

Your moving commentary reminds me of the time I had been driving down a hill at night, too fast. I had just come from a meeting with other writers, and I suppose I was over eager to get home to my husband and children. When I realized that I was really going TOO fast and that a car had entered the intersection at the bottom and that we were surely going to hit each other, because there was no way I could brake in time, I was preparing for the collision with great angst, because my fault would cause more than one death. I still cannot understand how this could possibly have happened: We missed by a hair and I mean a hair, as if our cars were somehow physically moved by a divine, unseen but palpable hand. We both sped off into the night but I have never forgotten that moment and each time I pass that way, I say, Thank You for Saving Both our Lives. I LOVE YOU! And I am grateful beyond grateful. Truly, I shouldn't be here now. Every day is a gift.

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