Written by contributor Kari Patterson of Sacred Mundane
I was sound asleep when the airplane took a sharp descent.
We had departed from Miami at 7:59am, the same time American Airlines Flight 11 departed from Boston. Now, not even an hour later, the flight attendants scurried about, nervous, hurriedly asking us to please sit up, fasten our seat-belts and put our tray tables in the upright and locked position.
I rubbed my eyes, confused, and did as I was told.
The pilot’s voice crackled over the speaker: We were making an emergency landing.