it surprised me that he didn't change at all after surviving

that plane crash. he told me that he was free falling

without parachute, thousands of meters above the

ground. there was an engine failure on the right wing. his

seat was near the window, so he could see the wing

burned in flame, and then blew up with a doomful sound.

all the passengers tried not to panic although everybody

kinda knew that this trip could as well might be a trip to hell.

 

"it's their eyes that haunts me to this day," he told me.

"the horror look on their faces, sitting anxiously, trying to

fight their powerlessness in the situation. i couldn't take it."

 

so when the cabin ripped apart by the strong wind, he

undid his seatbelt, ran towards the open sky, and went free diving.

 

"i didn't know what i was thinking. my mind went blank

and my body moved by itself." he said with a light tone.

 

the fall took about ten minutes long. his fragile body

rapidly accelerating towards the earth. but the entire

time he was up there, he never thought he's gonna die.

 

"i mean, don't blame me. back then i was so 'in the

moment' that i forgot everything. my work, my wife and

children. heck, i couldn't even remember my flight

destination. am i going somewhere or going home? who

cares, right? i was falling."