Hand of God

Ever wondered if there: a) is a God, who b) has an express destiny outlined for you, and also c) has a really solid sense of humor?

So, these two folks were flying a small aircraft to some Minnesotan destination that couldn't be conveniently or efficiently reached by another means (most likely delivering human hearts for transplant or antidotes to snake bites, I'll wager. It is impossible for me to imagine boarding a steel mailbox with wings for any reason other than livesaving necessity and undeniable expedience). I imagine the conversation included such highlights as the fall foliage, the potential for snowfall this year, and, of course, how many times the pilot had ever crashed. At least, that's what I would want to talk about, if I was a thousand feet in the air, locked into an airborne steel coffin.

And then, they crashed. I'd be lying if I didn't say this was a "duh" part of the story to me. Crashing is as likely as landing in this scenario, as far as I am concerned. But enough about me - this story is about not me.

So, they crashed. But they didn't just crash. They crashed into power lines. Which, for us laypeople out there, is bad. You are really not supposed to press your flesh suit against power lines, unless you would prefer your spleen (or human hearts) cooked to restaurant meat safety standards. Remember also that they were ensconsed wholly in metal. Metal loves electricity. It just can't say no, regardless of whether electricity has been off, tramping it up around town with gasses and other conductive transmission media like some bad high school boyfriend. Metal gives up its carrier density like it's prom night, New Years's and Armageddon at the same time. So, metal plane = giant fork. Power lines = giant outlet.

Somehow they didn't die. In spite of the fact that they crashed their plane into a power line.

This story is already miraculous. I already want these folks to kiss my baby and pray over my father. But wait! It's not over. There's more.

After they crashed their tiny metal plane into huge power lines, they careened into the farm over which they were flying, and crashed into a combine. A combine is, according to my research, an enormous Steven King flesh stripping device. It's terrifying. So, this couple survived a plane crash, an electrocution, and a major farm accident, all at once.

I think I speak for everybody when I say, "no way!" "way."

Read the story here: http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2010/10/10/plane-crash/.