By Kelly Sullenberger
January 15, 2009, started as any other day. At 12:31 pm PST my dad had just landed his aircraft on the Hudson River, while I was at lunch in the middle of the school day.
Not long after that a call was made to my classroom saying my mom was here to pick me up early. I knew something was wrong, but assumed it was regarding our family dog, or a grandparent; I never imagined it was going to be about my dad. As I got into the car my mom said, “he’s okay but…” and proceeded to tell me what happened during Flight 1549….
Continue reading Kelly’s full piece in My View From the Left Seat here.