In the paper at the weekend was this account by a young woman who was on board flight 1549 which crash landed in the Hudson river after having its engines disabled by flying into a flock of geese:
Everything went eerily quiet – the familiar drone of the engines had disappeared. Gripping the armrests, I said to myself, "OK, I am 27, I've never been married, but if it's my time to go, I'm OK with this." A strange peace washed over me, one I've never experienced before or since. All my life I had struggled with anxiety and had learned coping techniques, but this was different.