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    The Ides of Germanwings: One Year Later

    There is a time to go about our daily business. There is a time to set everything else aside, and just remember. Now it is time to remember.

    Dusseldorf airport set aside a room for German family members of the 72 Germans who lost their lives on Flight 9525.

    Today in Barcelona, flags were at half-mast and 149 candles lit as people gathered at Barcelona Airport to recall the victims of the crash of Germanwings Flight 9525. On 24 March 2015, one year ago as of tomorrow, Flight 9525 was en route from Barcelona to Dusseldorf when it crashed in the French Alps, killing 144 passengers, two pilots, and four cabin crew. The tragedy was engineered by suicidal co-pilot Andreas Lubitz. Family members gathered here, as well as emergency workers and officials.

    There were fifty-one Spanish lost in the crash. Four countries (including the US) lost three victims; seven countries lost two victims, and five countries lost one. I hope that all the families, where ever they live, found comfort somewhere.

    On Thursday, the victims’ names will be read and remembered; flowers will be left at the Le Vernet cemetery which houses the accident’s unidentified remains. Six hundred Flight 9525 victim’s friends and family will have a commemoration ceremony in Le Vernet village in the French Alps not far from the crash site. Weather prevents a visit to the crash site.

    I was in Le Vernet last July when 149 balloons were released. I can’t help but feel that I should be there again to support the families. I have just returned from Barcelona, and barely unpacked my bags. I can only hope that the year of mourning and grieving has been cathartic, and that the families are finding a way to embrace life again.

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    A Word about Safety, Brazil and Towers

    In George’s Point of View

    With aviation safety issues buzzing in the US because of the widespread tower closures, I was surprised to find US safety being held as a higher standard in a critique of Brazilian aviation by pilot Antônio Carlos Cruzeta.

    His article at *http://paduim.blogspot.com/2013/02/relato-de-um-piloto-de-linha-aerea.html pillories the conditions of flying in Brazil, even compares the pilot to driving a luxury BMW in the middle of a safari in Africa.

    But I cannot but wonder if even as this pilot pushes for progress in Brazil, we in the US are bound to be falling back. Will it take an aviation disaster here to wake up our government that we need to maintain our current standards of safety?

    A Brazilian pilot can ask that question, and so can we. How can pilots continue to fly millions of passengers millions of flights in state-of-the-art planes when losing so many towers? And now there are lawsuits piling up as localities begin legal battles to keep their towers. Should tower support be withdrawn, leaving pilots to “fly by the seat of their pants?” What do US pilots think of this withdrawal of support? DO pilots consider towers extraneous?

    Three hours or so from home the ride from Rio was unusually turbulent. Though I slept all the way to Houston this time, will I be so confident in the future? I worry for the state aviation safety as thousands of pilots converge flying to and from airports where tower support was once but is no longer.

    Closures

    *English translation here: http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=&tl=en&u=http%3A%2F%2Fpaduim.blogspot.com%2F2013%2F02%2Frelato-de-um-piloto-de-linha-aerea.html

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    Identificação de DNA no caso do voo 447 da Air France. Ótimo… agora vem a Escolha de Sofia.

    ler em Inglês
    Para aqueles que podem estar lendo isso em outro idioma, cabe explicar a expressão Escolha de Sofia. A expressão tem sua origem em um romance de mesmo nome, escrito por William Styron, no qual a protagonista, Sofia, é uma mãe forçada a fazer uma escolha impossível: cabe a ela escolher entre a sobrevivência de seu filho ou de sua filha. Não lhe é permitido escolher a ambos, com o sacrifício de sua própria vida (o que seria a escolha da maioria das mães). Caso se recusasse a escolher, os dois morreriam. Por isso, a expressão ‘escolha de Sofia’ tem sido aceita na cultura americana como um paradigma da escolha impossível.

    É a mais expressão mais apropriada para nossa atual situação.

    Segundo os relatórios da polícia, testes laboratoriais bem sucedidos extraíram amostras viáveis de DNA do tecido de aproximadamente 50 corpos de vítimas do voo 447. A extração comprova que o DNA pode ser utilizado para se identificar os corpos.
    Entretanto, no início da semana, dois juízes parisienses encarregados dos resgates, Sylvie Zimmerman e Yann Danielle, decidiram, com relação aos restos mortais, que “com o fim de preservar a dignidade e por respeito aos familiares enlutados, os restos das vítimas que estão muito degradados não devem ser recuperados. Apesar de terem sido realizados testes nos dois corpos recuperados, com o fim de checar a possibilidade de identificação, nenhum outro deverá ser içado”.

    Muito embora os juízes tenham decidido que os corpos não devem ser retirados do mar por isso ser muito traumático para as famílias, há familiares que desejam ver seus entes queridos resgatados. Por isso, não ficaremos surpresos se tal decisão for contestada por familiares que considerem ainda mais traumático deixar aqueles que amam no mar; ainda mais agora, quando estão tão perto.

    Pode ser que tal decisão não tenha sido definitiva, mas significou que os resgates podem ser suspensos após a realização dos testes.
    Apesar de o presidente da associação de familiares, Nelson Marinho, ter dito que “essa operação traz muita esperança às famílias, que agora têm alguma expectativa de encontrar os corpos de seus entes queridos, a fim de lhes dar um funeral adequado”, parece que alguns familiares não querem ter de enfrentar as presentes condições dos corpos.

    As famílias e os juízes logo enfrentarão uma escolha de Sofia.

    O assunto não seria um problema se:

    – os corpos estivessem localizados em um lugar de fácil acesso, de onde não fosse difícil recuperá-los;
    – todas as famílias concordassem;
    – os testes pudessem ser realizados rapidamente, sob a água e de imediato;
    – se os restos estivessem em melhores condições.

    Mas nada disso é verdade. Os corpos estão em um lugar obscuro e não ficarão lá por muito tempo, a não ser que algo seja feito para protegê-los. Se não forem recuperados agora, serão provavelmente perdidos para sempre.
    As famílias têm opiniões e necessidades distintas. Algumas se encontram transtornadas com o trauma dos resgates, porque os fatos recrudescem o sofrimento iniciado há apenas dois anos. Outras têm alguma esperança de que um funeral normal ajude a encerrar o episódio. Sem dúvida, há aquelas que têm sentimentos profundos, mas não conseguem decidir entre recuperar os corpos ou deixá-los no mar.

    Os testes de DNA devem ser feitos em laboratório, levam tempo, e significam que, para uma analise mais precisa, os restos precisam ser recuperados para identificação. E, depois de dois anos imersos em água salgada, sob a mesma pressão suportada pelas caixas pretas, os corpos, que já não se encontram em boas condições, ficarão ainda mais deteriorados com o resgate.

    Qualquer que seja a decisão, lembremo-nos de que a lei não é imutável, mas algo vivo. Esperemos, pelo bem das famílias, que aqueles que se sentem aptos a julgar as escolhas dos outros optem, neste caso, por favorecer os desejos de cada família, em vez de se tornarem um obstáculo.

    As famílias já sofreram o suficiente.

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  • Thanksgiving Wishes

    Thanksgiving table served with turkey, decorated with bright autumn leaves
    It is time again for Thanksgiving. In my heart, I feel Thanksgiving every day, perhaps because in my business I am constant touch with families of victims. I work closely with people in all stages of loss. I have to admit, it takes a toll. Even the news of the day takes a toll-the deaths of children abroad in bombings, this bus crash in Tennessee, the latest crash: they all take a piece of me. There are so many times that I can bring hope or help; I can’t help but wish I could always do so. There are so many who have so much. I feel deeply for those who are struggling to get their lives on track, and those who have to scratch for meals wherever they may be.

    As this day of Thanksgiving approaches, I extend my condolences to all those who have suffered loss or deprivation. I pray that this season, everyone has everything they need, peace of heart, peace of mind, and tables full of blessings. At the same time, I give thanks for every moment, for my friends, family and health, and all the blessings of those close to me. Have a happy Thanksgiving.

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  • A December 23rd Spin on the American Airlines Crash in Jamaica.

    While last night’s American Airlines Boeing crash landing in the Jamaican rain with limited visibility, with significant tailwinds on ungrooved pavement, with patches of residual tire rubber no less, was catastrophic for the plane, it is rather amazing that even though the Boeing was subjected to forces powerful enough to split the plane into at least three pieces, it neither caught fire, hydroplaned 10 more yards to end up in the bay, nor lost even a single one of the passengers.

    An achievement in survival. A testament to piloting skill. Or maybe it is just an improvement in plane design.

    I hope that someone out there is appreciating how different this crash is from the Tam (Airbus) crash in Brazil, where a bad landing in rainy conditions on an ungrooved surface was exacerbated by a malfunctioning thrust reverser, and the plane ended up crashing a perimeter fence, crossing a thoroughfare and causing a blazing fire that annihilated a warehouse across the street from the runway.

    Someone more versed in plane design could explain the difference in dynamics between plane crashes; someone expert in runway physics could explain how the runway surfaces did or did not play a part, but that analysis will come later during the NTSB investigation.

    For now, I predict that you’ll be seeing the powers that be blaming the pilots for breaking the airplane, rather than applauding the fact that no one died. There has already been at least one article blaming the crash on the fact that the pilots were in the 12th hour of their (up to )14 hour shift.

    This is just a taste of the spin-doctoring to come. I’m sure we’ll see the crash “arm-chair” analyzed a dozen different ways, depending on the writer’s agenda. We will watch the groups lobbying for in-country maintenance flipping this story to blame it on out-of-the-country maintenance; the pilot fatigue people will be using this as a morality tale about long pilot hours; the Norman Manley International Airport improvement people will be talking about fixing runway surfaces or maybe doing other needed airport alterations.

    For now, I think we should all spend a few moments taking a good hard look at the mess that used to be a Boeing 737-800. How did anyone live through that? In fact, everyone survived.

    Some families in Jamaica will be hugging their loved ones just a little bit harder this season. Anyway you look at it, we had a little bit of a Christmas miracle this time.

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  • Happy Fourth


    It is the Fourth of July.

    Without naming names, I save a corner of my happiness for those countries in turmoil, and peoples of all nations and beliefs–I pray whatever their unhappiness is that it will pass, and they too will know some happiness in their own lifetime, in their own back yards.

    Today, most of the USA will be grilling with friends and family.

    Today we will share the heat, the plenty, the sunshine, the smoke, the food and the fireworks.

    Today from sea to shining sea, we will celebrate our independence—another day, another precious year of this miracle of democracy in this land of unparalleled beauty and diversity. We may argue amongst ourselves, but I hope we can always remember, together, warts and all, we are beautiful. Our lives are the embodiment of a beautiful idea.

    Today I will not think about the pundits who bring us bad news, and focus instead on the story of our country, the miracle that continues. As our lives inscribe another fourth of July into our own history books, let there be another unique page in our story.

    This year, maybe we can invite a few more people to sit at our tables, so more of us can look forward to a well fed today, and a better, stronger, brighter future for our children.

    Today we are still the United States of America, and this is our Independence day.

    I have to reflect on my love of this holiday, but not too long because my family is waiting.

    It’s not the flag waving, it’s what the flag represents.

    I love this holiday because it celebrates our lives. It is a simple thing, really. America is families. Families in our parks, or in our own backyards. A hot dog, a hamburger, a chicken on every grill.

    I love this holiday because this is where our kids play, where they grow strong and free, and spit watermelon seeds. I love this country because my children are free to argue their own opinions, not just about recycling and vegetarianism, but subjects like abortion and political theory. My children are free to be who they are. They are free to dream of who they can be. They are free to reach out and become the dream. Here sons and daughters can both play spontaneous games of touch football, or soccer or tennis or baseball, or compete in potato-sack races or lie on towels in the grass and stare up to count the leaves that twinkle in the sunlight, or the stars peeking out at dusk.

    Tonight I will love this country even more when the babies that cried over fireworks last year will this year gaze at them in wonder.

    Happy Birthday America from sea to shining sea. Have a happy fourth of July.

    * all credit to whoever made this amazing photo found on the internet. You are an artist and an inspiration, whoever you are.

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