Just when we really needed a miracle, we got one.
"Miracle on the Hudson," Gov. Paterson rightly called it.
Paterson was standing with the mayor and the police commissioner and the fire commissioner and other faces that have become too familiar to us in moments of tragedy.
They must have all been stricken with the same dread when word came that a passenger plane had gone down in the icy Hudson River on a day of killing cold.
The dread was shared by all the cops and firefighters and paramedics who raced to the scene, emergency lights garish in the frigid air.
And the rest of us could only pray and say, please, not another horror.
Oh no, we said.
Not in that icy, icy water on this cold, cold day.
Only after we learned that all aboard had escaped serious injury did we feel how much we needed this bit of luck when so much seems to be going wrong.
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