One of the passengers who jumped the highjackers was Thomas Burnett. Three years before the tragedy he began attending daily Mass.
The American Catholic: “We’re going to take back the plane,” he told his wife by cell phone. “We can’t wait for the authorities. I don’t know what they could do anyway. It’s up to us. I think we can do it.”
“What do you want me to do?” Deena, his wife, asked him.
“Pray, Deena,” he said “Just pray.”
He ended the phone call by telling his wife: “I know we’re all going to die – there’s three of us who are going to do something about it. I love you honey.”
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When they got up that morning thirteen years ago the very last thing that the 33 passengers and the seven crew of United Flight 93 expected was to be engaged in a life and death struggle to retake an airliner that was headed to Washington DC as a terrorist missile. All they expected the day to bring was a hum drum flight from Newark to San Francisco. Just ordinary people living their lives. Their occupations included pilot, first officer, flight attendant, an environmental lawyer, the owner of a public relations firm, university students, a senior vice president of a medical development company, a sales representative for Good Housekeeping magazine, a manager of a US Wildlife animal refuge, an arborist, an account manager for a corporation, an ironworker, retirees, a computer programmer, a computer engineer, a lobbyist for the disabled, a real estate agent, an executive vice president of a corporation and a free lance medical writer. They were wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters, all with unique histories and lives, with little in common except that they happened to be on board Flight 93 when the world changed. Read full account here.
