From our 5:30 news on Tuesday:
A FREAK ACCIDENT IS BLAMED FOR THE DEATH OF A JOGGER IN SOUTH CAROLINA.
A 38-YEAR OLD MAN WAS RUNNING AND LISTENING TO HIS IPOD NEAR HILTON HEAD LAST NIGHT … WHEN HE WAS KILLED BY A SMALL PLANE AS IT MADE AN EMERGENCY LANDING.
AUTHORITIES SAY THE SINGLE ENGINE PLANE LOST ITS PROPELLER, AND THE PILOT’S VISION WAS BLOCKED BY OIL ON THE WINDSHIELD.
Usually I forget about these stories before the next commercial break. But this one got me to pondering how random life (and death) can be.
Really, what are the odds of losing your life during what had to be an idyllic moment. Jogging on the beach at Hilton Head, listening to music.
And you get hit by an airplane.
I was sufficiently astounded to google the story for more information, and discovered the victim was a family man from Georgia named Robert Jones. By all accounts, a wonderful guy. The plane came in from behind him, so he really never saw it coming.
Wow, wow, wow.