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“Mayday! We got Mayday!” Frank
Pisano screamed over the microphone to the air control tower at the airport.
One of the two
engines on his plane had failed, and he was now going down towards one
of the busiest highways in America—Interstate 405, just south of Los Angeles—and there was
no stopping it.
Driving south on the 405,
near the airport's
runway, was
John Meffert, a
fire department captain. He was heading home from his shift when
suddenly a low—flying plane caught his eye. After he took a second glance,
a thought crossed his
mind:“This plane's going to hit me.”
He was right. The plane slammed into the road,
popped up a few feet,
and then clipped the
front of Meffert's car. It finally stopped after hitting the
divider(隔栏). Meffert pulled over.
He was unhurt,
and his car had
received only a large scratch, so he turned his attention to the plane.
He ran towards the
smoke, and
then he saw Frank's wife, Janan Pisano, pop her head up on the passenger side.
By the time Meffert reached the
aircraft, part
of it was on fire and Janan, who was covered in blood,
was on the wing
trying to pull her husband from the wreck. Meffert, afraid the plane would explode,
guided her to safety
behind it. Then,
he ran back for Frank,
who had been knocked
out by the initial crash, lying across both seats.
Meffert carefully positioned himself
under the pilot's arms and lifted him from the cockpit. Then he dragged the pilot off the wing
and carried him to safety, where they could see the plane in
flames.
The Pisanos spent three weeks in the
hospital. Remarkably,
Meffert's car was the
only one hit by the plane. Had Meffert been a second or two faster,
Frank said,
the left propeller(螺旋桨))would have ripped the top off his car
and killed him.
“I play all the what-ifs—going slower,
going faster.
It could have been a
very different result,” Meffert said. “We just had a lot of angels.”