still cannot believe this got flagged.. It was literally private….
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Holy crap, it’s real, and what a story!
“On July 26, 1959, Rankin was flying from Naval Air Station South Weymouth, Massachusetts, to Marine Corps Air Station Beaufort in South Carolina.[4] He...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c76c96ae7097eace7361dd9981eb5fa9/4f43fc6d20c3e245-a9/s1280x1920/a2b986d974f8f7c808bf2c080d9b5717f2437254.png)
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Holy crap, it’s real, and what a story!
On July 26, 1959, Rankin was flying from Naval Air Station South Weymouth, Massachusetts, to Marine Corps Air Station Beaufort in South Carolina.[4] He climbed over a thunderhead that peaked at 45,000 feet (13,700 m); then—at 47,000 feet (14,300 m) and at mach 0.82—he heard a loud bump and rumble from the engine. The engine stopped, and a fire warning light flashed.[1] He pulled the lever to deploy auxiliary power, and it broke off in his hand. Though not wearing a pressure suit, at 6:00 pm he ejected into the −50 °C (−58 °F) air.[1] He suffered immediate frostbite, and decompression caused his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth to bleed. His abdomen swelled severely. He did, however, manage to make use of his emergency oxygen supply.[1]
Five minutes after he abandoned the plane, his parachute had not opened. While in the upper regions of the thunderstorm, with near-zero visibility, the parachute opened prematurely instead of at 10,000 feet (3,000 m) because the storm had affected the barometric parachute switch and caused it to open.[5] After ten minutes, Rankin was still aloft, carried by updrafts and getting hit by hailstones. Violent spinning and pounding caused him to vomit. Lightning appeared, which he described as blue blades several feet thick, and thunder that he could feel. The rain forced him to hold his breath to keep from drowning. One lightning bolt lit up the parachute, making Rankin believe he had died.[1]
Conditions calmed, and he descended into a forest. His watch read 6:40 pm. It had been 40 minutes since he had ejected. He searched for help and eventually was admitted into a hospital at Ahoskie, North Carolina.[1] He suffered from frostbite, welts, bruises, and severe decompression.
The second person was a paraglider named Ewa Wiśnierska
On 14 February 2007, in spite of weather reports heralding the presence of violent thunderstorms, Wiśnierska decided to try to fly in order to train for the 2007 World Paragliding Championships near Manilla, New South Wales, Australia. She was sucked into the ascending current of a cumulonimbus cloud, a cloud responsible for large and heavy rains, usually with hail inside and extremely low temperatures. Unable to get out, she was lifted to an altitude of 9,946 metres (32,631 ft), according to her GPS. The GPS variometer also tracked vertical speeds of up to +20 m/s (77 kilometres per hour (48 mph)).[4] She landed 3.5 hours later about 60 kilometres (37 mi) north of her starting position.
our downstairs neighbor has a motion activated doorbell camera and recently made a snip on how we come home with takeout all the time and commented on our spending habits (its not btw. its people giving us leftovers and groceries)
so now that i know she watches the footage daily of the hallway we have to walk through to get to our room i make sure to deliberately stop in front of the camera and show her everything we get like a makeup/skincare influencer
today i went to a gardening ceremony for my deceased loved one to show support and won a porcelain chicken at bingo with 40 something old ladies
^ pov recreation you are my downstairs neighbor getting a load of my awesome fucking chicken
she saw it btw and said “um…. what was the chicken about” do you not appreciate her?
The number of people responding to this post claiming to be bodhisattvas is hilarious. If you'd resolved your karma you wouldn't be on tumblr.
A warlord asked his teacher, a great monk, what he would do in his next lifetime.
“Oh,” he said, “I think I will spend a few lifetimes on Tumblr, most likely.”
The warlord was astonished. “Your merit and virtue are renowned far and wide!” he responded. “Why on earth would you be condemned to Tumblr?”
“If I did not post on Tumblr,” his teacher responded, “who would be your mutual?”
...If you meet the Buddha on Tumblr: ask him where he got his shoelaces.
i love the concept presented here where sexualities come equipped with at least one slur provided upfront free of charge
Now THIS is art. 😍
“When I first saw the original painting, I began to do some research on
that little boy. I could find everything I wanted about every other
detail in the painting, but there was nothing about him. No history. And
so I wanted to find a way to imagine a life for this young man that the
historical painting had never made space for in the composition: his
desires, dreams, family, thoughts, hopes. Those things were never
subjects that the original artist wanted the viewer to contemplate. In
order to reframe the discussion, I decided to physically take action to
quiet [and crumple] the side of the painting that we’ve been talking
about for a very long time and turn up the volume on this kid’s story.
And that’s the reason why I started that painting.”
Via Artnet News 2019/03/27
Years on the internet and somehow i still click on comments sections with the insanely optimistic idea that I'll learn something new instead of being subjected to the dumbest motherfuckers online typing like their sole purpose in life is to make me want to end mine
"Wow, what an interesting post! I want to see what sort of fascinating discourse is being generated by the idea posited by the original poster" <- Me, operating under levels of delusion yet unexplained by modern science