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It was Good Friday, a little past noon. School had just been let out for Easter break in Virginia Beach, Virginia when something completely unexpected happened. Cheryl McKee owns a pet supply store in Virginia Beach and says, “The air started vibrating.” Ten-year-old Isabelle Travers was heading out to play with a friend and remembers, “I just heard a loud noise, and it went chick-a-boom, boom, BOOM!!!” Zsa Zsa Palagyi thought it might have been a tornado or a terrorist attack, “There was all this black stuff, I mean like heavy, dark, black smoke just going by the window.” Ben Dishner says it looked like a war zone. “I’m like My God, no no no. I’m just screaming NO, NO, NO!”
The jet’s two-man crew ejected, just 50 feet above ground. Then, the massive aircraft made impact. Patrick Kavanaugh was there. “I saw the pilot laying on the ground here, on his side, hands in the air, white as a sheet. He was still connected to his parachute, which was connected to the roof of this building here. We had to cut the lines, get him free of the parachute. A bunch of us picked him up, dragged him to the front parking lot area, away from the flames. The heavy black smoke started to come over the rooftop here and I knew we had a matter of minutes before the fire was going to come this way.” As the ominous black smoke rose from the crash site and countless emergency responders ran to the scene, everyone expected the worst.
As the tragedy unfolded throughout the day, it became worldwide news, and many people prayed. “I’ve heard too many stories through this tragedy where I should have done this, but I did this instead,” declares Ben Dishner. Ben lived and worked part-time at The Mayfair Mews before the navy jet destroyed his home. “There’s no earthly reason for me to be standing here talking to you today,” Ben continues. “I take my lunch religiously at 11:30am to 12:30pm each day and by all rights, I should have been in my house playing computer games, but God told me to set some more tile. I’m like, but it’s 5 minutes ‘til twelve, I’m passed lunch. You know I’m gonna go to lunch, and something said nah, just set these 8 more tiles. 8 more tiles – well I say 8 more tiles saved my life, but God saved my life.”
Sandy Hall would normally have been at home when the jet crashed, as well – but her plans changed at the last minute on that Friday morning, saving her life, too. Sandy says, “I have a cleaning business and a client had texted me and asked me to come later being that it was Good Friday and her son was home from school, so I texted her back and said ‘how about around 10?’ She said ‘perfect.’ So I left her at 20 to ten instead of leaving here at 8 ‘o clock like I normally do. And normally I’m home at noon. Well, it was about 12:30pm, quarter to one when I got the phone call at work that a jet had crashed.” While Sandy was out, her apartment and everything in it went up in flames.