November 7, 1993: The Last Pass🏈
The legend of Bernie Kosar is forever etched in Cleveland lore
His final pass w/ Browns is a TD (vs. hated the Broncos no less!)
#DawgPound
Just like he did as a kid in Boardman,OH -the play was drawn up in the dirt
#BernieBernie#UMatter
.@JManziel2 can hate Cleveland and the #Browns all he wants. Here's the bottom line: his failure is on him. He was the one who partied too much. He was the one who came to the facility unprepared daily. He was the one who disrespected an organization and fanbase that put their faith in him. He was the one who had a golden opportunity given to him and he wasted it. Look in the mirror. Cleveland wasn't your problem while with the Browns. It was you.
Life is short. I was once again reminded of that last night.
Take the time to do the thing you planned on doing when you had more time. Because when it’s no longer an option, you’ll wish so very much that you had.
Wish I had this judge back in the day. These women who alienate their kids from their dads should be in prison. @dadsmovingforward https://t.co/YHVsyJ8OiJ
The legacy continues.
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On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was on board TWA flight 2, bound for Hawaii with a stop in St. Louis. The wheels of my plane left the runway of JFK airport at 08:45 AM. On the flight with me was my brother Jim at a window seat. Jim witnessed the plane crashing into the north tower of the World Trade Center moments after we were airborne.
About forty minutes into our flight, our plane slowed dramatically and lost altitude. The maneuver caused me to rise off my seat an inch or two and bump into the the back of the seat in front of me. Then the fasten seat belt sign came on. The Captain eventually announced we were being diverted to Dayton, Ohio due to a national emergency. That was the only announcement.
A somber flight attendant nodded her head yes in response to my question about whether our diversion was due to what we had witnessed taking off from New York. The flight attendant said she had no other information. Myself, my girlfriend Kate, and brother Jim concluded correctly there had been a terror attack. Now why were we being diverted?
Kate and Jim concluded all planes in flight must be landing - a notion I dismissed. I am a bit of a flight buff and knew there would be thousands of planes in flight early on a Tuesday morning. In fact, Jim and Kate were correct. It was a bold and courageous decision by Ben Sliney, the Federal Aviation Administration’s Operations Manager. And it was Ben’s first day on the job. Well done Ben!
However, I believed our plane must have some connection to the terrorist activity we witnessed upon take off. I thought very likely there could be a bomb on our plane. When Jim and Kate asked me what I thought was going on, I simply said I did not know. Sometimes the better part of valor is to remain quiet. I then sat quietly and reflected.
I was fifty-two. My two daughters were grown and successful. My affairs were in order: I had no debt, some money in the bank and life insurance. I had lived a very productive life full of adventure and contribution. My only option at that point was to care for the people I was with. I turned to Jim and Kate and made small talk. I was not happy, but I was at peace. It was an extraordinary experience I think about often.
After we landed in Dayton we discovered the reason for our dramatic maneuver while airborne was our pilot was avoiding a mid-air collision with flight 93, the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania that day. Flight 93 took off from Newark airport following an east to west air corridor. Our flight fell in behind flight 93 which turned back toward us after being hijacked.
The ultimate irony here is I had just ended my twenty year career as a Firefighter and Lieutenant with the New York City Fire Department. I had been an officer in charge of Engine Company 5 in Manhattan’s East Village and September 11, 2001 would have been my next work day had I not chosen to retire. The officer that replaced me was among my 343 colleagues killed that day.
In a study, the most common regret of the dying was this:
“I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.”