Paul Shaffer

It is not so much about the event we are talking, but rather the thoughts afterward. In 2006, I experienced an off-airport excursion, in which I suffered moderate injury. I walked away, but it changed the way I think about living, and flying.

I had no qualms about getting in an airplane again, in fact I flew home from the hospital that same evening, in my friend's Super Cub, over the same terrain I had been standing in a few hours earlier.

In the years that followed, I thought about the incident frequently, sometimes about what caused the engine to quit, sometimes about what I did right or wrong.  There are periods of time during the happening, which stand out clearly, and other things I can't remember.

To this day, there are times when I get the feeling like you get when you are called to the principal's office, or when you know you have the old man's belt in your future.

I have a greater appreciation for life now, and often wonder why I was spared, and some of the friends I've lost in aviation, were not.  I am embarrassed, when someone talks about me being such a skilled pilot to have made such a landing, and survived.

What I went through, has not deterred me from pursuing my dream of flying, any more than having a bad auto crash would keep me from driving.  However, I will still have feelings from what I went through.