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and continued his escape by foot.
One of the many alternatives in the realm
of transportation is the locomotive.
This unexpected accident occurred when
the engine of a passenger train exploded,
causing all the other cars to derail.
Rescue crews
worked feverishly to free survivors.
As blowtorches
burnt through the twisted metal,
lifeless parts of bodies
were all that remained.
The modern traveler
makes a choice
each time he decides to enter
the domain of public transportation.
Although accidents on the rail systems of
the United States are relatively infrequent,
when they do occur, the chance of survival
becomes questionable.
Each year, more than 53,000 people
lose their lives
on the highways
of the United States.
Since this is the most common
means of transportation,
the death rate is also the highest.
When death is caused
by these machines,
When death is caused
by these machines,
the witness can suffer
extreme psychological damage.
In this accident, a woman was riding her
bicycle when she was hit by a semitruck.
Crushed by its heavy wheels,
her body became unidentifiable.
Staring at her remains, I couldn't help
but think that human technology
has once again
created a monster.
Speeding and carelessness
have been the basic code
of most drivers
around the world.
The woman who died in this accident
wasn't even driving a car.
How long will it be before the pedestrian is
banished from the sidewalk and the street?
Since the Wright Brothers
invented the airplane,
the entire planet has become a vacation
ground for those who can afford the fare.
The pilot of this plane
had just been certified.
To celebrate his new achievement,
he took three friends up in a rented aircraft
to show off
nosedives and huge turns.
In the midst of one of his stunts,
he was going at such an excessive speed,
he ripped the wing off the airplane.
Losing all control,
the small plane crashed in a nearby field.
Arms and legs were strewn
throughout the wreckage.
Nobody survived
this particular stunt show.
We all wish to be recognized
and respected by our peers.
When we turn to our machines to gain
this recognition, as this young pilot did,
disaster is not an unlikely ending.
Abuse can sometimes introduce
the human being to the final curtain.
This certainly was the case
for this novice pilot and his friends.
Lindbergh, PSA182.
PSA182.
PSA182, Lindbergh Tower.
Traffic twelve o'clock.
One mile. A Cessna.
OK, we have it there.
There we go.
How far will you take it in when 182 comes
and traffic's waiting for departure?
- Probably about three to four miles.
- OK.
PSA182 clear to land.
- Tower, we're going down. This is PSA.
- We'll call the equipment for you.
On that warm September day,
there were no survivors.
A commercial 727 airliner
collided in the sky with a light plane
and both came crashing down
in a residential section of San Diego.
Many of those who witnessed the crash
and the aftermath which followed
are still to this day
under psychiatric care.
Living through this nightmare
is an experience one cannot easily forget.
and went to her door,
a body came flying through the window,
covering her in blood.
It would be a long time before the people of
this area would ever board a plane again.
From the massive impact,
bodies were strewn in every imaginable
area throughout the neighborhood.
The stench of the dead turned this
peaceful community into a virtual morgue.
Screams could be heard
as new victims were discovered.
Viewing the bodies
mutilated beyond recognition,
I had the painful realization this disaster
could be the most gruesome face of death.
Throughout my studies of death,
there was still one theory I had neglected -
the concept
of life after death,
where the deceased had left
this realm and the physical form,
Skeptical of this whole concept,
I went in search of a situation that might
prove the existence of one's immortal soul.
Joseph Binder's remarkable story
presented the perfect situation.
My name is Joseph Binder
and I'm an architect.
About eight months ago, my five-year-old
son Mark was hit and killed by a car.
After that,
my wife Diane
committed suicide.
It was a very emotionally rough time for me
and I thought
I was gonna go mad.
But after a few months,
I had begun to pull myself together
when this house
just turned into a living nightmare.
A living nightmare? What was it that
caused Binder, a perfectly sane man,
to hear chilling sounds
echo through his house
or suddenly view
an apparition in human form?
These incidents brought me to the next
step in verifying this man's testimony.
With Binder's approval,
I brought in specialists -
two men trained in the field
of supernatural phenomena.
Utilizing the most sophisticated
equipment available,
the parapsychologists
wasted no time.
They set up their machinery
around areas in the house
where Binder had reported an attempted
communication by his wife and child.
Even with their equipment,
the professionals resorted to techniques
developed by ghost hunters
of centuries past.
Flour spread on the floor was still the best
method of preserving a ghost's footprints.
After two weeks of waiting,
the dead had chosen to end their silence.
Sensitive parabolic microphones
began to record Binder's lost family.
Cameras photographed
apparitions of two ghosts,
while recorders captured
their haunting sounds.
of an invisible being.
It was now time to bring in a medium,
a willing soul that would allow Binder
to communicate with
the people he missed and loved.
Are you ready, Mr. Binder?
Then let us proceed.
Your hands.
Everything is fine.
I left too soon, Joe.
Diane?
I tried to make contact with you.
I thought it was you.
But I'm still not sure. Is it you?
The white rose, the one you gave me
the night we found out I was pregnant.
Oh, Diane, I love you.
I love you, Diane.
Daddy. Daddy.
Oh, my God! Mark?
Daddy, I'm scared.
I don't know where I am.
I miss you.
It's OK, Mark. I miss you.
It's all right, Mark.
It's all right.
When I studied the pictures that were shot
of the ghost of Binder's wife and child,
I began to reexamine
I realized that when we die,
it really isn't the end.
Somehow, I feel the soul in each of us
remains a traveler forever.
During the past 20 years, I know that
my compulsion to understand death
was much greater
than just an obsession.
My dreams
had dictated my mission.
But now it is time
to discover a circle
The end of the beginning,
or the beginning of the end?
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