At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them

Too late.

Passenger side impact.

Airbags.

Twisted metal.

Ambulance.

Emergency department.

Her injuries could have been much worse.

I repeated that sentence until it nearly became gratitude.