I was on Flight 401. After what seemed like an eternity after the crash, I was sitting on the ground in a fetal position, trying to stay warm. It was so very cold. So much time had passed, and I had given up all efforts to find my 4-year old son. Finally a rescue worker tapped me on my shoulder and asked if I was okay. I said I was fine, but asked him to please try to find my son. He assured me he would, and started to leave. I asked if they could get some blankets or something out to us, because it was so very cold. Without even a second thought, he took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders. Before I could even thank him, he disappeared into the blackness. It wasn't until 4:30 a.m. that I was airlifted to Mercy Hospital. His jacket was put with my "personal effects", which I never saw again (since they reeked of fuel, I believe they were just thrown out). I have no idea who that rescue worker was, but I would love to take this opportunity to thank him for that unselfish act of kindness. If you are that rescue worker, I can't return your jacket, but I would love for you to let me know that you've read this thank you. Let me hear from you.
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