A Unforgettable incident

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A Unforgettable incident

Back in summer,2005 Mr. Johnson his wife and his only son Michele, took a vacation to Canada. Their trip was awesome. They went to Niagara and all other tourists attraction. Everything was great until they got to the Jet star flight to fly home. They found their seat after searching for ten minutes and settled down to relax. Then the flight started to move. They were given some instructions on safety. The Jet star had been airborne less than 30 minutes when the flight's main engine lost power. The flight was going as good as it could get at that point, until Mr. Johnson noticed all the flight attendant faces and their little side conversations. They all had very scared looks on their faces as if they had all seen a ghost or something.

About 15 minutes later , the plane gave a shudder as a strong gust of wind shoved at the plane. "What the heck is going on ? "Mr. Johnson blurted out to himself. All a sudden, a flight attendant came over to the loud-speaker and said with a shaky voice, "Attention all passengers, we are running low on fuel . please stay in your seats and buckle up. Thank you!". On hearing this , Mr. Johnson was frozen. Mrs. Johnson's heart fluttered with a Vague terror. She sat eyeing him with frosty calm.

With a shudder and a bang the plane's propeller stopped. The pilot was between a rock and a hard place. The co pilot of the flight ferrying executives and their families implored " God ! save us! Get this flight to land safe " as the flight was losing power and fell out of the air and was falling into the sea. The sudden , swift, severe accident caught the passengers totally unaware. At the eleventh-hour they all wore the life jackets and fell into the water. Mr. Johnson had to weather the storm as his son did not know how to swim. He took his courage in both hands and started to swim with his son on his back. He swam with powerful strokes towards the nearby shore. It was much more difficult than he had expected as he was swimming against the current. The cold, murky water surged in to his mouth and ears. Suddenly Michele lost his balance and fell into the river. Mr. Johnson shouted at the top of his lungs for help. Meanwhile two boys near the shore caught a glimpse of this site. They had puzzled over the dilemma. One of the boy who was perching on the tree came in to his senses and within a blinking of an eye , he dived into the water. He was in as full of spirit as a gray squirrel. When Michele was drowning like rats, the boy saved him at the nick of time. He was saved in hairs breadth.
After saving him , Mr. Johnson 's face lit up with a smile likes pale wintry sunshine. " Thank god ! You are safe and sound!" Mrs. Johnson exclaimed. The two boys winked at Michele and grinned. Mr. Johnson thanked the two boys profusely. At the same time everyone waddled to the shore. Neither the pilots nor the passengers were hurt. Michele was staring at the two boys suspiciously as they were disheveled and untidy. They were also all skin and passengers were scanning the island. Coconut and palm trees lined the shores swaying gracefully in the wind. Even the breeze smelt of salt. They were announced that rescue helicopter would be there in five hours. The two boys brought Mr. Johnson and his family around the village. Most of the houses on that street were too badly damaged for them to take shelter talking with the villagers , Mr. Johnson understood that the villagers did not have enough clothes, food and water. Mr. Johnson comforted them by saying that he would ask the government to give them the necessary resources. They were bewildered by his words. After five hours some rescue helicopters arrived and helped them reach their country .The problem was traced to tiny bits of contamination lodged in an engine fuel control valve which caused the valve to bind or seize informed some aeronautic engineers. From then on every year, the villagers were provided with enough resources with the help of Mr. Johnson .

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An Unforgettable Incident

Back in the summer of 2005, Mr. Johnson his wife and his only son Michele, took a vacation to Canada. Their trip was awesome. They went to Niagara and all of the other tourists attractions.

Everything was great until they got to the Jet Star flight to fly home. They found their seats after searching for ten minutes and settled down to relax. Then the flight started to move and they were given some instructions on safety. The Jet Star had been airborne less than 30 minutes when the plane's main engine lost power.

The flight had been going as good as it could get until that point, until Mr. Johnson noticed all the flight attendant's faces and their little side conversations. They all had very scared looks on their faces, as if they had all seen a ghost or something.

About 15 minutes later, the plane gave a shudder as a strong gust of wind shoved at it. "What the heck is going on?" Mr. Johnson blurted out to himself. All of a sudden, a flight attendant came over the loud-speaker, and said with a shaky voice, "Attention all passengers, we are running low on fuel. Please stay in your seats and buckle up. Thank you!" On hearing this, Mr. Johnson was frozen. Mrs. Johnson's heart fluttered with a vague terror. She sat eying him with frosty calm.

With a shudder and a bang, the plane's propeller stopped. The pilot was between a rock and a hard place. The co-pilot of the flight ferrying executives and their families implored, "God save us! Get this flight to land safe," as the flight was losing power and falling out of the air and into the sea.

The sudden, swift, severe accident caught the passengers totally unaware. At the eleventh-hour they all put on life jackets and fell into the water. Mr. Johnson had to weather the storm, as his son did not know how to swim. He took his courage in both hands and started to swim with his son on his back. He swam with powerful strokes towards the nearby shore.

It was much more difficult than he had expected, as he was swimming against the current. The cold, murky water surged into his mouth and ears. Suddenly, Michele lost his balance and fell into the water. Mr. Johnson shouted at the top of his lungs for help.

Meanwhile, two boys near the shore caught a glimpse of this scene. They puzzled over the dilemma. One of the boys, who was perching on a tree, came to his senses and within blinking an eye, dived into the water. He was as full of spirit as a gray squirrel.

Michele was drowning like a rat when the boy saved him in the nick of time. He was saved in a hairs breadth.

After Michele was saved , Mr. Johnson's face lit up with a smile like pale wintry sunshine. "Thank god! You are safe and sound!" Mrs. Johnson exclaimed. The two boys winked at Michele and grinned. Mr. Johnson thanked them profusely. At the same time everyone waddled to the shore. Neither the pilots nor the passengers were hurt.

Michele was staring at the two boys suspiciously, as they were disheveled, untidy and all skin.

The passengers were scanning the island. Coconut and palm trees lined the shores swaying gracefully in the wind. Even the breeze smelled of salt. They were told that rescue helicopters would be there in five hours.

The two boys brought Mr. Johnson and his family to the village. Most of the houses on the street were too badly damaged for them to take shelter in while talking with the villagers. Mr. Johnson understood that the villagers did not have enough clothes, food and water. He comforted them by saying that he would ask the government to give them the necessary resources. They were bewildered by his words.

After five hours some rescue helicopters arrived and helped them reach their country. Aeronautical engineers informed them that the problem with the plane had been traced to tiny bits of contamination lodged in an engine fuel control valve, which had caused the valve to bind or seize.

From then on, every year the villagers were provided with enough resources with the help of Mr. Johnson.

Note:
In the text you use the phrase "all skin" (underlined above.) I was not certain whether this meant "naked" or "thin", as in "skin and bones."