I am so thrilled, I finally get to fulfill a dream, by taking a most anticipated journey. My ancestors come from Finland, and I have always wanted to go there, to trace my roots. Excitedly I call the airport, to book a flight, to the cold land of my ancestors. My plane leaves tomorrow, and I can hardly wait.
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I try to go to sleep, but excitement makes me suffer a sleepless night. Finally, sunrise embarks, the light of day shines through my window, and it illuminates the entire room. My plane leaves at eight A. M., so I had better hurry and get ready.
I call a taxi to take me to the airport, I feel like a child with the hopes of Christmas morning. The taxi arrives, and I am on my way. I arrive at the airport, and go through the usual security. I have put back money for several years, to make this a trip of a lifetime, and I am really traveling in style, first class.
I board the plane, with no thoughts of fear, but with feelings of shear anticipation. The first class section of the plane, totally fills my expectations. The plane has now finished boarding, and we start down the runway, then we lift off, going into a sky so blue.
I was lucky enough to get a window seat, and I know we are in the heavens, as the things on the ground get smaller and smaller. I have a hard time trying to convince myself this is reality, and not a dream. One of my cousins, is supposed to greet the plane, after it lands in Finland.
We have been flying a few hours now, without incident, when all of a sudden, the plane starts to violently shake. I just think this is some fierce turbulence. But, boy, was I wrong, as I see smoke starting to fill the aisles. All of a sudden, I can actually feel the plane plummeting. It actually feels like the plane, it self, is free falling. People are starting to scream and panic. Chaos runs rampant. Seems we are in for a crash.
The plane crashes on a mountain side, equipped with snow and ice. The plane comes to rest on a snow packed ledge There are people lying in the snow, deceased. The ones that survived this horrid disaster, are screaming for help, as I know they are in immense pain. Pieces of the plane, are lying everywhere. I am still in my seat, as the seat belt held me in. I am still alive, much to my amazement. The scene here is like something out of a bloody gory horror movie. Dead bodies all around, and the white snow, is stained red from all the blood.
I unbuckle my seat belt, and I am able to walk, as I only received a gash on my forehead. It is so cold, as I struggle to walk through the snow, we will be found, as I know there was a transponder aboard the plane. All I can do, is try to help other survivors.
There seems to be a cave off to my left, so other survivors and I, trudge through the snow to the cave, to take refuge, as it is so cold, the blowing cold wind feels like the cut of a knife. After we get most of the injured into the cave, those of us that can, decide we will rummage through the debris, and see if there is anything of use, while we wait on rescue. One that will never come, but we don't know this. All survival is based on one word, hope. Without hope there is nothing. We gather blankets, food, and liquid, things that could be of use.
When we get back to the cave, we try and build a fire, as it is so very cold. We put some debris from the plane, into a circle, and from this we build a fire. You can hardly feel any warmth from the fire, because of the devastating cold. I try to remain active, as this helps keep me warm.
It has been about forty-eight hours now, and there is really nothing to do but wait. I haven't slept any, because it is so cold, but exhaustion finally gets the best of me. I sit on the cold cave floor, then huddle in a fetal position, trying to keep warm.
All my worries and fears start to melt away, as I think I will sleep now. Closing my eyes, I know my sleep will be ever lasting.