January 15th 2009 was the the worst day of my life. My name is Conor Grand and I was on flight 1549, seat 25D row 15. The news people were crowding and cruel, blaming Sully for it all, the crash in the icy Hudson River was horrendous and terrifying. Our group of 155 were treated with care and patience getting treated with blankets and warmth. The doctor that treated me made sure I was okay and reported back to Sully adding one more to his one-hundred and fifty-five passengers. He took care of me and took me home because I was homeless only going on the trip when a neighboring person dropped a ton of money in my cup. This is me and Hunter Costos story of flight 1549.