I live just off route 611 and a few years ago there was a plane that used the highway to crash land. It occurred right there where 611 intersects with 313... And there is a car dealership right there .... And this was daytime so the buildings had employees and customers. They were startled to awareness when they heard a plane engine somewhere above that sounded all wrong. They ran to the big tall giant windows and instantly knew the struggle of the pilot with that sputtering, coughing engine. The plane never seemed to gain proper height and now it wheezed lower and lower, approaching the highway with intermittent cars in both directions. There were people that could be suddenly killed by simply driving, unknowing, each side of the highway. Coming down, the small plane hit wires and broke in half and collapsed down with scrapes, crunches and thick black smoke.
And the people in that car dealership, who had stood at the window and had seen another human struggle, saw the smoke and knew the danger and perhaps hopelessness the pilot faced ... what did they do?
As one, they moved. Like schools of fish they darted about. They ran for fire extinguishers. They ran for buckets and their fastest source of water. They ran over to the courtesy area and grabbed bottles of water and ran toward the accident.
How beautiful is that. We talk and hear about our differences all day as if that is all there is.
When we have to act fast, we just love one another.