To be in an airborne jet, hit a flock of geese, crash land in the Hudson River, not sink, climb out on the wing, get your pants and feet wet, get picked up by a boat, get dropped off somewhere in Manhattan’s West 40s, visit an emergency room for a check-up and then be driven downtown to the Tribeca Bar & Grill for a plate of seared salmon and a couple glasses of perfect Pinot Grigio. Talk about feeling tremendously alive!

As Winston Churchill once said, “There is nothing so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.”