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October 13, 2010
October 13, 2010

Toronto, August 2, 2005

We were watching television at Mary's parent's house in Cape Breton. There'd been an airplane accident in Toronto. A plane hadn't taken off properly, and it was on fire. For about two hours there was no word about what had happened to the passengers. Were they all dead? I thought, they're goners for sure. We were trapped by that plane on fire. Finally there was word. Passengers had been spotted by nearby highway traffic. Eventually we learned everyone was alive and well. I actually cheered. It appears there's some goodness, even in me.