Immediately another loud bang was followed by seeing carry-on luggage falling from above and a ringing noise in my ears. People were standing up and making hand movements towards the stewardess but I couldn't hear anything, I think I might have hit my head. An Asian woman was on her cell phone in front of me, she looked like she was screaming, a tear was falling down her cheek.
My hearing came back suddenly and I felt a pain in the side of my head, coupled with a warm liquid on my ear. I touched it and seen blood. The sight of blood made the screaming reverberate somehow. Finally the captain came over the speaker and everybody got stone cold silent. He spoke in a calm yet shaky voice; "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Im sure you have noticed some turbulence. We have been experiencing some difficulties but everything will be fine. We may have to land a bit early and change planes, but you are not in danger".
This announcement actually calmed me down a bit, it calmed everybody. However, moments later a man stood up and said; "Do you really think he would tell us if we were going to crash"?! Fuck, he had a good point. The shouting resumed. A man hollered back at him; "The captian said everything is fine idiot. Why are you trying to scare people"? They kept arguing but I just thought of my parachute. Despite having very shaky hands and limited space, I put the parachute on in less than a minute. The guy sitting next to me said; "What the fuck dude"? He had a very confused look on his face but I didn't care. The plane felt like it was just coasting and then it flipped completely to one side. People flopped around, the ones who were standing fell against the windows on the other side. Moments later the plane leveled back out and I decided that this was the moment of truth.
I was just about to hit the levers on the door and jump into the night, taking my chances when the captain came over the loud speaker again. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news.....", that was all I heard. I immediately thrust both of the levers on the emergency exit and smashed into it as hard as I possibly could. That is the last thing I remember.
When I woke up I felt an immense pain in my right leg and arm. I could not see anything and I couldn't move very much. It was hard to breath and it felt like I was stuck in a tree. Suddenly I passed out again. When I awoke this time the sun had begun to peak out and I could see. I was lodged inside a large bush, I could see a body of water about 300 yards away. It was still really hard to move, my right arm was in so much pain and it was stuck in the branches. I used my left arm to free my right arm from the brush, I was afraid to look at it. Luckily it looked fine, but it killed. Eventually I had made my way out of the bush but my right leg was definitely broken. I crawled for about an hour towards the beach before I passed out again from exhaustion.
When I awoke I remember seeing a woman with wet hair and wearing a 2 piece suit. She was a thin brunette and she was holding a towel and screaming in what I thought was French. I could not understand what she was saying and I passed out again.
The next time I awoke I was in a hospital bed with my entire body locked in place. I began hollering but nobody came. I closed my eyes and heard a noise about 10 minutes later, I opened my eyes and seen a cleaning lady. I hollered at her and she looked at me. She looked very shocked and then she ran out of the room. A doctor came into the room shortly there after with a nurse, but they didn't speak English. They were trying to find out what language I spoke or that they could get an interpreter. I remember the very first thing the doctor said to me was "Ca Va"? And I just looked at him in a sarcastic manner. "Look at me man"! The truth was, that I was so fucking ecstatic to be alive that I could have kissed them all. I told them; "I am American, and I speak English", I told them very slowly and sternly. The doctor nodded and left the room.
I had a dream the previous night that I had landed in Atlantis, and that I had found the lost city. Everybody was trying to book me appearances on David Letterman, Conan, etc. Apparently, I was now the most famous man in the world. It has aloways been my dream to be on Letterman, so I was really pumped up. When I awoke I wondered what type of drugs they had been feeding me to make me have such an awesome dream.
When the doctor came back into the room, he had a laptop computer and a video chat feed on it. There was a very pretty blonde woman who said to me; "Hi there, I am an interpreter from www.medicalinterpretor.com, how are you"?
"I am not very good, as you can imagine", I replied. As soon as I replied, she translated to the doctor.
He then asked her a question and she asked me; "How did you get to Morgat if you are an American?"
"On an airplane of course", I responded. Just then it hit me that I had cut myself from the parachute, so they probably had no idea that I was an emergency skydiver. I chucked to myself. Never, ever, lose your sense of humor, it can provide a cure above all else. I was so grateful to be alive, that to my astonishment I wasn't even anxious. Anxiety had ruled my life for so long, but I felt none. Given the extreme circumstances, I should be drowning in it right now. How was I ok? Wait, was I ok? I hadn't even checked, was I missing ligaments?
I quickly asked for a mirror. The translator relayed the request to the doctor who was at first apprehernsive. His apprehension made me very uncomfortable slightly. Why were they hesitant? What wuld I see?
When they handed me the mirror I was absolutely shocked. I never kept any facial hair whatsoever, and it looked like I hadn't shaved in a month. "Wait a minute, how long have I been here?! Where am I anyways? Morgat? Is that France? Where am I?" My mind began to race and the doctor ordered some type of sedative nto my I.V., it hit me instantly. I don't know what they gave me, but it made me feel really good.
That translator was becoming more and more cute by the second. "Hey baby, did you know Im a celebrity?" She chuckled, I think she could tell the drugs were making me loopy. I began to ignore the doctor and just talk to her. "What's your name gorgeous"?
"Allison", she had such a sweet and genuine smile.
She continued; "I would really like to chat with you sir, but I need to do my job right now. What is your name even"? The face she made when she asked that question was very cute. I loved the way she spoke French, it was such a turn on. She was long, blonde, curly hair with bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks. She looked at me through the computer screen, but it felt like she looked straight into my heart.
She asked the question again; "What is your name sir"? I was lost in those beautiful eyes, I didn't even know my name. I responded, "If I tell you my name will you marry me"? She smiled again and looked away from the screen. I could tell that she was trying to be professional.
"Hey, Im sorry baby. I know you are trying to do your job, its just hard for me. You are really pretty and I almost died. I jumped out of a plane that was crashing and I survived. I have no idea how long I've been in this hospital. Whats todays date? Can you tell them this please"?
Her face look like she was a mixture of confusion and disbelief. I could tell that she thought I was either lying, crazy, or both. Regardless, the look on her face assured me that she was going to help me, and that everything was going to be ok.
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