near disaster

I was on a flight from Caracas, Venezuela to Barcelona, Venezuela. It was a “dark and stormy night,” as they say, so we were bouncing around with lightning flashes punctuating the cabin with white flashes. We hit something, maybe a wind shear, or something like it. The plane plummeted sharply. We lost cabin pressure and the oxygen masks came down.

Wherever the cabin pressure leak was, it was allowing the outside moisture to enter the cabin. It filled the cabin with fog, though it looked like smoke. So it looked like our cabin was full of smoke, where you couldn’t see but a few seats in front of you and then all you could see was white haze.

I was sitting next to a missionary. I had just got done telling him that I’m an atheist and shortly thereafter was when the incident occurred. Maybe he thought God was after me! And, no, I didn’t go asking for God to save me. Contrary to popular opinion, atheists do not suddenly find religion when they feel threatened.

What I did do was look to the flight attendant. There was one close enough to me to see through the fog, and he didn’t seem panicked, so I put on my mask and hoped for the best. We landed without further incident.

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I’ve been a frequent business travel for many years and have gotten a lot of enjoyment out of reading the stories posted on sites like these. I never thought my experiences were worth posting – until this morning.

I had the 6:00 AM flight from LGA to Dulles, VA. I knew bad weather was coming in, so for once I was grateful for the early flight.

Things starting getting turbulent pretty soon after taking off. So much so that the pilot got on and told everyone he was going to try various altitudes to avoid it. Unfortunately he couldn’t.

Now here is where it becomes my flight from hell. At some point we started to turn left, very sharply. The pilot then announced that there was a pretty big plane in front of us (we were on a commuter jet – not that it makes a difference at 20,000 feet) and we had to get out of its way.

The problem is that I had to be up at 3:00 AM to make the flight and was exhausted. I am not sure if it really happened or I dreamed it as a result of the turbulence.

Either way, I’ve never been so scared on a flight in my life and I was saying prayers that I didn’t know I remembered!

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I often fly on both large airliners and smaller aircraft. I almost always prefer flying on noisy, drafty and sometimes rickety small airplanes instead of airliners because small aircraft travel means no hassles with luggage, security and those annoying other passengers.

Naturally, I didn’t think too much of getting on to a Twin Otter to head home from the middle of nowhere. I was a bit surprised to see the pilots were loading so much gear onto a plane, as there was no scale out on the grass runway (probably no scale for a few hundred kilometres) and there were about 10 of us passengers who were going to board as well.

Twin Otters, for those who might not know, are renowned for their STOL (Short Takeoff and Landing) capabilities, so I began to worry once we passed the half-way mark on the runway with the bit rubber wheels on the ground. This particular runway ended and there was a nice gentle grassy slope down to a river just beyond it. We reached the end of the runway with the wheels still firmly on the ground, though I could feel, and see, the pilots fighting to get it airborne.

The plane started rolling downhill, and we finally left the ground with mere yards left before the water. I’m still surprised the cockpit didn’t smell like poo after that.

That experience in itself was a bit hellish, but the flight went from scary to scarier about half an hour later when we passengers in the back started to be sprayed by a fluid leaking from somewhere – a fluid which the co-pilot climbed back and confirmed to be hydraulic fluid.

With no choice but to continue to our destination, I stepped off that rickety TO and vowed to never fly with that airline again!

- AJD, Canada

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This past Sunday provided an up close and personal assessment of the airline industry, an industry that has seen considerable changes culminating with many major airlines going through bankruptcy.

My wife Terri and I boarded Northwest Indianapolis bound flight leaving Bradley International Airport Hartford, Connecticut. It should be noted that Northwest Airlines is suffering through a mechanics’ strike, which in a comedy of errors created this saga.

Our flight was delayed while the ground crew tried to open the door of the airplane on the tarmac. With no success, a mechanic was summoned. Some 40 minutes later, a mechanic arrived and successfully opened the door. The extended delay was no doubt an indirect result of the ongoing mechanics’ strike.

After the passengers settled in, the scheduled 11:25 AM flight finally departed according to the Associated Press at 12:27 PM. Directly after take off, the airplane experienced what felt like an impact, an unusual extended shudder, and the passengers (including my wife and I) heard a sound of metal shredding or scraping that lasted what seemed like minutes. Soon after, a distinctive electrical odor permeated the cabin. The concern shown on the face of the flight attendant was evident. What the pilot failed to tell us for the better part of an hour was that the airplane had hit a flock of birds (those flocking birds). The flight crew could not assess the extent of the damage to the plane. During this time, the plane flew in a slow right turn and it was evident that we were circling. Finally the flight attendant informed us that the airplane had experienced a “bird hit” and that they were returning to Bradley International, and that we were to prepare for a possible hard landing. The extended time in the air, she explained, was so that they could burn off fuel to reduce the likelihood of an explosion if there was a crash landing. The attendant had us brace against the seat in front or put our heads between our legs (I am assuming so that we might kiss our asses good-bye).

Though we did experience a hard hit, the pilot was successful in safely landing the plane at 1:35 PM (again according to the Associated Press). The plane was met by several emergency vehicles with flashing lights, as well as a television crew from one of the local news channels. The passengers all gave the crew a relieved round of applause and were eager to disembark. We were later to find out that this occurrence was well covered by the press, including USA Today, The Indianapolis Star and WRTV, among others.

Northwest provided only one airline counter staff who tirelessly re-booked all 39 passengers. The bulk of us were re-routed through Philadelphia on US Airways flight 1671 leaving Hartford at 3:00 PM. We were all required to retrieve our checked baggage and re-check them with US Air. This necessitated us to leave the secure area and once again go through security. To add insult to what was already an emotionally difficult time, FAA regulations require that each of us go through the extra security protocol, including the use of the wand as well as a pat down! With but 20 minutes left to catch this flight, there was but one security agent to accomplish this.

Terri and I were the last to board, but once again we settled into our seats. We talked a little with some of the other passengers of our Northwest flight that had also been rerouted with us. The other passengers onboard did not understand the giddy chatter amongst this fraternity of “survivors.” As we prepared for take off, the circulation in my hand was in serious jeopardy as my wife held tight to my hand. The take off seemed uneventful, but once again we started to bank right. Immediately my wife panicked and said that she knew something was wrong. Suspecting that the previous trauma was affecting her, I was about to calm her down when I was interrupted by the pilot over the intercom announcing that they had just experienced a complete loss of the onboard flight computers and that they were returning to Hartford for an emergency landing.

The landing was uneventful, but we were again met by the same emergency vehicles (sans press) who had escorted our Northwest flight in. This US Air flight, according to the pilot, was cancelled and we were to be re-routed (again). The passengers were delayed once again by a stubborn door or jet way for several minutes before we were able to disembark.

By this time, all the “fraternity” member’s faces were somewhat ashen white, our knees were weak and most of us headed to the closest bar. Some chose to call it quits, but my adrenaline was charging. I again re-booked, this time through Reagan International in Washington DC. This flight thankfully was uneventful. As we stared out, the airplane’s windows gazing on the lit silhouette of the Washington Monument and the Capitol building, my wife said that when things like this happen usually it’s a good time to reassess your life.

The good news was that we were in each “event” returned to Bradley International safely. The bad news is the concern about the state of the industry’s aircraft. It is suspect at the very least, and is constantly jeopardized by mechanic strikes and bankruptcy reorganization which puts financial pressures on the airlines. Had they already begun to cut corners on maintenance, we’ll never know. But one thing is for sure – it will probably be a long time before my wife and I decide to travel by air again.

By the way, as expected, our bags did not accompany us to Indianapolis, choosing to stay in Philadelphia. They eventually found their way to our front porch the next day.

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