And then he thought about all his dreams, his hopes, his ambitions. He thought about his wife, his dog, his apartment on the lower east side. He thought about all the things he had not yet experienced in life. But the fact was he was falling – and falling fast – no time for thought of the future. What could he do?

Then he heard a voice say: P R A Y. So he did. He prayed. He said: Dear God, if at all possible, let me land in a soft place.