How tragic. Stories like this makes me stop whatever it is that I'm doing, and do some deep thinking as to whether or not I'm taking my life for granted. Right now I'm thinking about those people - that could have been any one of us, and the terror they must have gone through. What do you think about, when you know you're about to die? And what problems do I think I have, that in a situation like that, become meaningless. I think I'll try to make them meaningless right now, instead of later.
Day 3 ends today. Still hoping for a miracle.