Forgive me for jumping on this bandwagon, but I want to post my praise for Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenberger III.
This dude landed a crippled jetliner in a near freezing river in the middle of the most populous city in America, and everyone walked away. Everyone.
I get all charged up watching people who are good at their job. I know nothing about the man. He may be a terrible father, husband, co-worker, or human being. What I do know is that he’s damn good at his job, and that meant that 155 people get to go home with a hell of a story to tell, and a new lease on life.
America needed a hero yesterday. We really did. I needed a hero. It’s all crap and doom and gloom and who will save us and pooh pooh this and blame that. Half the country is betting the farm that Obama can save them and the other half is terrified that he’s going to throw the throttle full speed ahead into that iceberg.
Obama’s not the solution, kids. Sully is. Sully and every Tom, Dick, Harry, Sally, Janie, and Nancy who are just out there doing their thing, and doing it well. Sully makes me want to say, without a hint of irony, that I am ecstatic about being an American today. Sully makes me want to be better at my job.
(go on… say it… don’t be shy. say it out loud. dude landed in a river.)
HOOORAY!!! Repeat 2x.