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Charlie was an air traffic controller who got distracted while watching two ants fight over a crumb, which caused him to zone out and led to a plane crash that killed five people. He was suspended for 100 days as a result of the accident being ruled his fault. The experience gave Charlie an odd connection to God and perspective on how insignificant his struggles seem to a higher power, but he feels his suspension of 100 days was not enough for the five lives lost.
Charlie was an air traffic controller who got distracted while watching two ants fight over a crumb, which caused him to zone out and led to a plane crash that killed five people. He was suspended for 100 days as a result of the accident being ruled his fault. The experience gave Charlie an odd connection to God and perspective on how insignificant his struggles seem to a higher power, but he feels his suspension of 100 days was not enough for the five lives lost.
Charlie was an air traffic controller who got distracted while watching two ants fight over a crumb, which caused him to zone out and led to a plane crash that killed five people. He was suspended for 100 days as a result of the accident being ruled his fault. The experience gave Charlie an odd connection to God and perspective on how insignificant his struggles seem to a higher power, but he feels his suspension of 100 days was not enough for the five lives lost.
Charlie: Im an air traffic controller. I was an air traffic controller.
Normally I handled the busiest section of the approach into Newark, JFK, and Laguardia. And one day, as Im staring of into space, I got distracted by these two ants on my console. They were fighting over a tiny crumb from the Pop-Tart I had eaten for breakfast. It was the strangest thing. It was like I went into a trance. All I could see were these two little insects, fighting over something that was so important to them; so crucial to their survival. But I could see with such clarity that that Pop-Tart crumb meant absolutely nothing. And then I thought well, if there is a God, thats probably how he feels when he looks down at me. Hes probably cracking himself up watching me wrestle myself over nothing. And so for the first time in my life, I felt this odd connection to God. So I thought I should pray... Five died on impact. The inquiry ruled it an accident. They suspended me for a hundred days. A hundred days! It works out to 16.6 dyas per life. I just dont think thats enough.