Fire. Smoke. Destruction. An entire family taken from this earth in the blink of an eye on Monday December 8, 2008. A mother, two innocent babies, and a grandmother lost their lives when a disabled F/A-18D Hornet jet crashed into their home just seconds after the pilot ejected safely into the canyon below. The father was at work when he got the call. Imagine the overwhelming grief and pain that he must be experiencing. It is unbearable to think about.
I’m writing about this today because this could have very easily been my house. The jet crash occurred in my neighborhood of University City, just half a mile from my home. As word leaked about the crash at work, I rushed to a computer to watch the streaming footage online. For all I knew that was my street going up in flames. The black smoke was so thick I couldn’t discern the exact location. When the media released the street names, I was relieved to know they weren’t mine, but shocked at how close they were.
The pilot had to make a lightning-fast, critical decision when he jumped from that aircraft. I can’t imagine being in that situation, and I am so glad he is safe. The jet could’ve crashed into the nearby University City High School. It could have plummeted into the busy shopping center. It could have landed on the bustling freeway. The family that died yesterday made the ultimate sacrifice. The father has the be the strongest person I know (well, I don’t really know him but he’s practically my neighbor). Its hard for me to accept that two precious infants were killed, but at least they are with their mother and grandmother in heaven.
The details of the crash are just beginning to unfold and if you’d like to read more about it, just google ‘jet crash san diego’.

2 comments:
That was certainly a close call. I was happy to hear from the radio that it wasn't your street. I was happy for your safety. Life is so fragile and we tend to forget.
Well, I wouldn't have been home at the time of the crash, but JubJub would have been!!!!!
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