What makes a man risk his life ? Ever smelled death ? Its a kind of thrilling and probably thats what man thrives on. With my Cessna 150 hurtling down towards the tarmac with a 30 degree nose dive at 85 KPH ( 1 Knot = 1.1508 miles) I thought I am going to crash for a moment.But then the instinct to survive kicks in and I level the aircraft to a cruise attitude, without me realizing it, and I feel a small thud under the fuselage and I am rolling on the runway. Was it a sense of relief ? I don't recall but I was sweating like a pig even though the humidity in Toronto is not that high now. One small error and one is dead . But its been an erring life all through out so this makes no difference.

Another day to live.