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Miracle on the Hudson: The Survivors of Flight 1549 Tell Their Extraordinary Stories of Courage, Faith, and Determination

Miracle on the Hudson: The Survivors of Flight 1549 Tell Their Extraordinary Stories of Courage, Faith, and Determination

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by The Survivors of Flight 1549, William Prochnau, Laura Parker

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In this heart-stopping tale, the passengers of the Hudson River crash landing evoke in compelling detail the terrifying explosion as both engines were destroyed, the violent landing on the river, and the thrill of their rescue from the wings and from rafts. Jay McDonald, a thirty-nine-year-old software developer, had survived brain-tumor surgery just two years earlier


In this heart-stopping tale, the passengers of the Hudson River crash landing evoke in compelling detail the terrifying explosion as both engines were destroyed, the violent landing on the river, and the thrill of their rescue from the wings and from rafts. Jay McDonald, a thirty-nine-year-old software developer, had survived brain-tumor surgery just two years earlier and now faced the unimaginable. Tracey Wolsko, a nervous flier, suddenly became other people’s rock: “Just pray. It’s going to be all right.” As the plane started sinking, Lucille Palmer, eighty-five, told her daughter to save herself: “Just leave me!” Featuring moments of chaos and stoicism, fortuitous mistakes and quick instincts, Miracle on the Hudson is the chronicle of one of the most phenomenal stories of recent years, one that could have been a nightmare and instead became a stirring narrative of heroism and hope.

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In a stunning display of skill and steely nerves, pilot Chesley Sullenberger managed a Hudson River water landing in freezing weather, with no engines, to save the lives of every single person aboard his aircraft. Aided by New York and New Jersey emergency responders steeped in post-9/11 training, Sullenberger and his crew did everything right when everything around them had gone horribly wrong. Interviewing survivors of flight 1549, husband-and-wife journalists Prochnau and Parker piece together a detailed, moment-by-moment account of the accident and its aftermath, getting inside the heads of ordinary people who demonstrated remarkable courage and humanity. Anyone who remembers the dramatic 2009 event will be riveted by this account, even with a forgone happy conclusion. Notably absent is the testimony of Captain Sullenberger, who saved his insights for his own book, Highest Duty, but this passengers'-eye-view narrative makes an absorbing, inspirational record.
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Chapter One

Come Fly with Me

New York awoke that thursday morning in january to a storybook scene— Manhattan in a snowstorm; the flakes whipping almost sideways through the skyscraper canyons and a bright coat of white blotting out all of mankind's gray. Storybook, that is, if you were hunkered down and had no intention of flying.

Arctic air had also brought in the winter's coldest day, with early- morning temperatures in the low teens and single-digit wind chills. Ice formed around the edges of the Hudson and floes halted ferry traffic in the northern suburbs upstream.

Along the Avenue of the Americas, Tripp Harris bent into the wind as he bucked his way to get his morning coffee at Starbucks. The one- block walk seemed like a mile. A technological adviser to banks, he had flown up the night before from Charlotte, North Carolina—"Wall Street South," as his hometown, a burgeoning banking center, had become known. For the past four months, the banking calamity had helped keep US Airways, which had a financial calamity of its own, flying almost at full capacity on its premier north-south runs.

Harris, one of the modern "road warriors" who racked up miles with back-to-back business flights, had scheduled a single morning meeting at Citibank. He would make the turnaround in twenty-four hours, less if he was lucky. Knowing the kind of mess the snow would make of LaGuardia, New York's ancient but conveniently located airport, Harris had booked the five o'clock on US Air. With a little luck and the hole card of his frequent-flier status, he'd push for an earlier one—Flight 1549, a two-hour, home-for-dinner flight to Douglas International.

Not far away, a few blocks east of the Waldorf, in a window seat at the Café Basil on Third Avenue, Beverly Waters, another Southerner, born and raised just south of Charlotte, drank in the scene with pure joy. She loved the snow, "the flakes were big and Christmas-y," and she thrived on watching the sidewalk drama, too. With their long, rapid strides, the native New Yorkers moved through the storm as if it didn't exist, and nothing else did, either. Beverly had had a successful business trip but she was ready for home and her family. She was a nervous flier, but she hadn't joined the Xanax set yet. Her boarding pass—seat 21E, Flight 1549—sat snugly in her purse.

All around the metropolitan area that morning, others were making the choices that would place them on the flight of the decade.

In the historic little town of Goshen, New York, an hour and a half north of the city, the woman who would be Flight 1549's most senior citizen, eighty-five-year-old Lucille Palmer, took a midmorning call from her son: "Why are you going down there today? The weather is terrible," he had said. Her great-grandson was down there and it was his first birthday, that's why. And though she couldn't walk very well without her walker, she'd have her daughter, Diane Higgins, with her. In any case, a little thing like turbulence at thirty thousand feet didn't bother her a twit. Neither did snow. She was Brooklyn born, and Brooklyn tough.

Bill Zuhowski left Mattituck, Long Island, just before 7:00 a.m. with six inches of snow on the ground, no match for his '03 Chevy Silverado. His flying plans didn't include Charlotte, though. He was headed for an 11:30 Spirit Airways flight to Myrtle Beach, where he planned to celebrate a buddy's birthday. Zuhowski didn't fly much, sticking close to his job at a Long Island swimming-pool company. But he intended to drive the sixty-five miles down the Long Island Expressway to the Manhasset Station, ride the train the last fifteen miles to LaGuardia, and be wearing his shorts in Myrtle Beach by mid- afternoon. Best-laid plans . . .

The snow turned the LIE into a mire of fender benders. By the time Zuhowski parked the Silverado, his train had left. Grabbing a cab, he made it halfway to the airport before he discovered that his ticket was still in the truck. When he finally showed up, his flight had not left; it had been canceled. But the snow had let up and his dreams of a warm weekend in Myrtle Beach remained alive when his pal promised to pick him up in Charlotte. Zuhowski booked a rear seat on US Airways Flight 1549, which still showed on the reader boards as a 2:45 p.m. departure, although not many LaGuardia veterans thought that meant much.

LaGuardia is an urban airport, not one of the modern exurban jetports with long, multiple runways and a lot of give and take. It has two stubby crisscross runways, seven thousand feet each, with three of the endings over water. Despite its limitations, LaGuardia remains a favorite for New Yorkers and visitors alike. The airport was born in good New York fashion, and that is why, with luck, you can take a cab to midtown Manhattan and get there in twenty minutes. Back in the 1930s, the city's legendary mayor, Fiorello LaGuardia, flew home one day with a ticket marked: Destination New York. The plane, as usual, put down in New Jersey. Enough is enough, stormed the mayor of the greatest city in the world, and by 1939, New York had not only its World's Fair but its own modern airport, then considered the greatest advancement in aviation design and eventually named in honor of the hell-raising mayor.

Seventy years later LaGuardia has become the most congested airport in the country, a takeoff or landing occurring every forty-seven seconds. It also has the most flight delays. Add a snowstorm and it not only do New York skies close down but most of the Northeast corridor goes with it. The delays on the morning of January 15, 2009, averaged two hours and fifty-eight minutes until the sun broke through around noon. Flights began to open up, though they were still running late. Early birds and latecomers leapt at the chance for a spot on US Airways Flight 1549, the beleaguered, twice-bankrupt airline's mid-afternoon mainstay to one of its hub cities, Charlotte.

The group joining Harris and Waters and Palmer and Zuhowski at LaGuardia was as great a cross section of modern America as New York could produce. It was also a group of people weighed down by all the woes of a world teetering on the edge of economic collapse. Twenty passengers were from the Charlotte-based Bank of America, just a small contingent of the company's weekly commuters to New York, there to work on the government-driven merger with failing Merrill Lynch, which had gone through four months to the day earlier. "The merger from hell," they called it in Charlotte, forcing a square peg into a round hole.

Some, out of date and out of tune, thought of a flight from New York to Charlotte as Babylon to the Bible Belt. In 2009, you couldn't get much further from reality. Charlotte had long since become the second largest financial center in the country. Its skyscrapers didn't stretch as high as those in New York, but sixty stories can scrape some blue and, in good times, a little green. At the start of the financial crisis, the city's banks counted their assets in the trillions, not billions, although some of the zeroes had started peeling off, along with the hopes and futures of many of the people flying that day. More than one of the bankers on board was carrying his résumé—out of self-defense. The layoffs in Charlotte had been extensive. House prices were plunging, pensions disappearing, worries soaring higher than bank stocks had ever gone. On January 15, BoA shares dropped to a midday low of $7.35, heading to half that price a month later and down from their onetime high of near $55.

The circumstances at Charlotte's other major bank, Wachovia, which had just been bought out of certain bankruptcy by Wells Fargo, were even more tenuous for the flying merger transition teams. Three Wachovia executives were returning on the flight after another round of trying to mesh the inner wheels of their bank with the mysterious turns of Wells Fargo's.

Charles Spiggle, an executive in leveraged buyouts and acquisitions, was heading home. Spiggle was a top dog at Wachovia. But, like millions of Americans at that time, he and his wife had already had their family meeting, cut their discretionary spending, and tried to imagine what their alternatives might be.

"Yes, we were worried," Spiggle said. "Not petrified. But we didn't know then what was coming. We had had eighteen months of a credit- market meltdown."

But the people coming together at LaGuardia were a cross section in many other ways, too.

A who's who of Flight 1549 ranged all over the map:

A gangsta rap, hip-hop music producer from Miami, Raymond Mandrell

A Jordanian Arabic-language specialist from the United Nations, Heyam Kawas

Salespeople of everything from patio doors to newly organized financial plans to intricately sophisticated software

Department-store buyers picking over a shattered New York apparel market after a disastrous Christmas season

One of the country's leading professional drag racers, Chris Rini

A dreaming young singer from Australia, Emma Cowan

Young lovers, one a veteran of twenty-seven months in Afghanistan

A Charlotte bride-to-be thirty days away from her wedding

Two copilots from other airlines deadheading to their own next stations, Derek Alter of Colgan Air and Susan O'Donnell of American Airlines

Several students, including a med student researching hospital jobs in the big town, Alberto Panero

A NASCAR executive, Amber Wells

A television executive whose network had filmed the story of September 11's United Flight 93, the hijacked airliner brought down in a fiery nosedive by passengers who fought back, Billy Campbell

Two New York–based Japanese traders, Hiroki Takigawa and Kanau Deguchi

A computer specialist born in India's Silicon Valley, Balaji Ganesan

Add in three small children—one a nine-month-old lap passenger, a personal trainer, a Feldenkrais practitioner, a nurse, teachers, a cartographer, a waitress, lawyers, students, retirees.

The passengers of Flight 1549 would be anybody and everybody.

three had sat in on the taping of the David Letterman show the previous night, when the sardonic late-night comedian made two airplane-crash jokes before turning serious to reveal that the day marked the ninth anniversary of the quintuple-bypass surgery that gave him what he called the "gift of life." In granting him the miracle of the extra years, he said, the gift also gave the world his five-year- old son, Harry. None of the three passengers would remember the airplane jokes. They would remember the "gift of life."

No group in the crowded US Airways terminal bounced around more happily than six golfing buddies, including a father and son. They all hailed from the little New England crossroads town of Chicopee, Massachusetts. Heading for a long-awaited vacation in Myrtle Beach, the same Spirit Airways cancellation that sent Bill Zuhowski to US Air brought them over, too. They wrestled a bargain price out of the airline by using Flight 1549 to Charlotte as a connection. To celebrate, they headed for the bar. There, over the first drinks of the vacation, they worked out teams and settled the courses they would play, all the things weekend golfers do. Before leaving, Jeff Kolodjay, the de facto leader and son in the father-son team, phoned his wife and told her he had just finished the best ten-dollar beer he'd ever had.

Another group that drew attention in the crowded waiting room was a gang that came to be known later as the "Belk Six." Named after the "Oceanic Six" who went down in a plane crash in ABC's hit series Lost, the five women and one man were buyers scouting out junior miss clothes for Charlotte's Belk Department Store, a home-owned enterprise that had grown to include three hundred stores throughout the South. The women were dressed as if they were about to enter a stretch limo for a Manhattan party instead of the coach section of an Airbus to North Carolina. The group would stand out anywhere. They worked a-mile- a-minute, high-pressure Manhattan-style jobs, cracked wise and sharp- tongued as they went.

One of their managers, thirty-five-year-old Lori Lightner, statuesque at six foot one, stood with her long black hair coming down over a full-length black down coat and fashionable black boots. The only Belk man, thirty-seven-year-old Michael Leonard, seemed a little pudgy for the group—five foot ten and about two hundred pounds—but he stood out in one other distinct way. "I am about as politically incorrect as you can get," Leonard said. "I think I am the only straight-male buyer in junior misses in the entire country. That must mean I'm good."

Laura Zych, a comely five-foot-ten new arrival to the group from Fargo, North Dakota, did not look like anyone from the Fargo we know and love. Just before boarding, she sat alone eating lunch at a table next to the golfers. When they got up to leave, one of them stopped at her table and wondered if he could ask her a question.

"Of course," she replied.

"We have a bet at our table," Rob Kolodjay, Jeff's father, explained. "Are you a model?"

Zych smiled, even blushed a little, and then said, "Thanks, but I'm not. I work in the apparel/fashion industry." Flattered, she giggled to herself all the way back to Gate 21, where boarding was beginning almost forty-five minutes late—not bad for a snowy day at LaGuardia.

Brian Moss, a thirty-five-year-old business analyst for Bank of America, remembered he had to call his ex-wife about their daughter. With all the merger travel, they had made a deal that he would try to get home in time to pick up their six-year-old from after-school care. He called to tell her that the snow had cleared and flights were taking off, adding one of those lines you wish you'd never said: "If you don't hear from me by five o'clock, that means the plane went down."

Moss shrugged about it later. So it goes. "I thought it was pretty witty at the time," he said.

At the entrance to the jetway, US Airways made the usual last call for a handful of standby seats yielded by no-shows. Brian Siegel, a BoA executive who runs their golf sponsorships, arrived too late to join the standby list. No chance. But as he was making a phone call nearby, he heard names being called for the last seat. "Mary Jones, please step to the ticket counter." No one showed. "William Smith. . . ." No one showed.

Finally, Siegel walked over and interceded in the reading of the names.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

William Prochnau and Laura Parker write collaborative articles for Vanity Fair, where Prochnau is a contributing editor. They interviewed 120 passengers of Flight 1549, as well as many first responders and rescuers. Prochnau, a former national correspondent for The Washington Post, has written three acclaimed books, including Once Upon A Distant War . Parker covered aviation for The Washington Post and spent 10 years as a national correspondent at USA Today. They live in Washington, D.C.

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Miracle on the Hudson: The Survivors of Flight 1549 Tell Their Extraordinary Stories of Courage, Faith, and Determination 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
JSMReferee More than 1 year ago
This was not a bad attempt but not what I look for in a true "adventure" offering. Maybe too many "authors" competing for the story caused the work to be somewhat diluted (in my opinion). Would like to have read more of the technical aspects of the feat and that requires the crew. Personal stories of the survivors are interesting (for the most part) but this is far from the whole story. Maybe I have to read the Captain S's story but that requires additional expenditure and I suspect the "whole story" will be absent again.
James_Candorst More than 1 year ago
I read a condensation of "Miracle on the Hudson" in USA Today. It was just a superb action story. Then I went to half the bookstores in town and couldn't find it. And I haven't heard a word about it since. How do you figure? Somebody, including both the publisher and the media, just dropped the ball. You can bet some Hollywood producer will find it and run. This is a nuanced, real-life nonfiction story that reads like a contemporary action novel. I don't think I've ever read a book like this. With the passengers baring their souls and their fears, the writers wove the real story of what it must be like to be inside a doomed, crashing airplane. Despite the gush of publicity last year, this is all new because somebody finally put the whole inside-the-airplane story together. It's touching. It's tearful. It's like no airplane drama I ever read. And it's redemptive. Where do you get characters like these except in real life: A successful businessman, one of those 100,000-mile fliers, sitting at a window seat next to a terrified mother holding a 9-month-old baby. He has already written himself off as dead. But he spends his "last minutes" calming the mother. Later, he admits, "I was pathologically lying the whole time." A husky ex-combat Marine who has to assure his seatmate she is not in heaven (and he is not an angel) after the crash landing and he is trying to move her toward an escape door. Later he uses gyrene-taught rescue techniques to pull one passenger after another out of the freezing river. An 85-year-old grandmother who can barely walk who tells her daughter to just leave her behind after the crash with water flooding into the plane and the aisles jammed. A captain in the Army Airborne who just took his platoon through 15 months of Afghan combat without a death now agonizing because there is nothing he can do to get the woman next to him, his fiance, through this short flight. A man, after hearing Sullenberger announce "Brace for Impact," asks himself, "How do you brace for death?" One of the remarkable things about "Miracle on the Hudson" is that the three crucial minutes after the geese strike the plane and before the plane strikes the Hudson are carried through seven or eight chapters because the authors are able to weave in and out of the minds and souls of the 100-plus very different passengers they interviewed. Sullenberger is a true modern hero and every time he hiccuped he got more publicity and sold more copies of a decent but average book. Apparently, the survivors of the flight formed a limited corporation, agreed they wanted a warts-and-all story done. They found a publisher and writers to get their inside-the-airplane story told. They missed on one choice. My recommendation: Buy the book anyway before they stop printing them. This kind of story doesn't come much better. James Candorst
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was excellent in the fact that it really helped you understand what these survivors went through in this extremely scary situation. The media made the Miracle on the Hudson look like it was just a rough landing that happened to take place on the water, when in fact, it truly was a plane crash that was filled with miracles from every aspect. The survivors of flight 1549 faced death several times in a very small amount of time and the book helped us live through it with them. It is a must read and helps us remember that God is still very active in our lives, no matter your religious beliefs.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Omy my goodness this is a true miracle indeed. I knew someone on that plane!!!!!
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Collector-of-Fine-Books More than 1 year ago
This is a fantastic book which tells the passengers' stories. Highly Recommended reading.
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SDP-712 More than 1 year ago
I thought I knew this story since it was impossible to miss in the news earlier this year, but I was mistaken. It's absolutley fascinating to read this minute by minute account and understand what was happening inside the aircraft. We have certainly heard Sully's account of what happened that day, but I had no idea how much fear and drama unfolded and how that has impacted the survivor's lives since. This book is an account of the passengers as told to the writers; they all sat for interviews. I thought I was picking up a book that would have each one of them recounting their thoughts and recollections and then how it has changed their lives and persepctives. I'm so pleased that it was NOT as that would become a bit tedious and perhaps dull! There was a little bit of that at the end, but overall this was more like a novel; a real story. A few characters really stood out for me and I'd like to read it again to follow them more closely. I would recoomend this and I'm pretty amazed how they were able to get this pulled together with so many of the survivors involved. I think there were about 125 that are part of the book. My hearts go out to all of them as they were certain they were all going to die that day. Thank God they did not and can live to see their families and tell the story. Of course, a big round of applause for Sully and the crew or they would be here to write this book.
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