As the engine of the plane stuttered out the last humming sounds of its short and unfortunate life, the young man with blonde hair within the cockpit accepted his predicament, as he knew he must, to have a chance of survival. He quickly reached for his parachute and put it on.
As he did this the plane started to spin out of control and swoop downwards, as if it were a bird that had been maimed in flight.
The young man flipped open the cockpit window and dived out into the cold fluffy clouds that were catching the last of the evening sun.
The parachute did not come out of its bag when he pulled its red cord, so in great fear he reached for the emergency cord, pulled it and the parachute still would not come out.
Now he had fallen bellow the clouds and could see the beautiful countryside far below, bathed in a reddish glow that came from over the mountains to the west where the sun was setting.
As the young man fell he looked upon all the miniature woods, meadows, winding roads and houses and knew this would be the end for him. He felt sadness come up from within him. He did not feel ready to die; he was still young and had many friends and a beautiful wife.
In the last moments of his life he realized how precious life is and accepted his fall with a grace that came from the realisation that he could not change anything.
He simply took in everything he could of beautiful earth before it raced up to meet him.