Geese?

 I was on my way home when the pilot told us to "brace for impact".  The first thought that went through my head was that I forgot to leave out extra food for my dog, then the plane went down.As the plane went into the Hudson River, I could only think that I might die and unfortunately for me I wasn't ready to die. the pilot thought fast, though, and got all of us except two onto the plane's wings. The only thing I could think of was I wouldn't get to see my home again. It was so cold out there everyone was a afraid of dying from hyperthermia. Fortunately, the Thomas Jefferson ferry got to us after an hour. I was so thankful that I was alive I didn't care that geese caused us the plane to fall, but since then I have found that I hate anything to do with birds.