I'd not make a good bird.

I can think of better ways to die. Than being on the wrong plane at the wrong time. Being hit. By a missile. At 33,000 feet. The plane disintegrates.  I suppose one is dead. Before hitting the ground. If not killed instantly, I wouldn’t last more than 5 seconds. I’d die of fright. Even if I had  a parachute, I’d succumb. Of fright. Just thinking of sky-diving. That’s enough to make my heart palpitate. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed, it would help. I’d not make a good bird. –Jim Broede