Homeless Man BREAKS into plane and shouts: “DON’T TAKE OFF, IT WILL CRASH” – Saving 300 people

Nobody believed the homeless when he got on the plane, screaming that the aircraft was going to crash. But when the police arrived, everyone was perplexed and regretted bitterly. It was a cold night in LA; the cold wind cut through the buildings and the streets, finding its way to LAX where Joe, a homeless man, huddled in his cardboard.

He was used to the airport because he always got some money or food from the passengers who passed by day and night. With no home, no family, and no money, Joe’s life was ruled by the rhythm of the streets. However, he refused to let adversity turn him into a bitter man. On the contrary, he kept an attentive and curious eye on the world, as if every day was an opportunity to learn something new.

In the shadows of LAX, amidst the sounds of planes taking off and landing, the homeless man was looking for a quiet corner to sleep that night. The city with its thousands of inhabitants had few spaces like that, without many dangers, with the beautiful view of the aircraft taking off under the stars. Especially for someone in his situation, it was the man’s dream to one day fly in one of those planes—a dream he knew would never come true.

As soon as he found a place to sleep and covered himself with his cardboard, the homeless man heard voices. They came from a dark alley near the airport parking lot. Two men, both with tense postures and deep voices, seemed immersed in an important conversation.

“The flight is scheduled for 10 o’clock tomorrow,” said one of them with a strange tone.

“And the backpack?” asked the other with caution.

“It’s ready. It will be in the right place at the right time.”

Joe, hidden under the cardboard, tried to listen better. He might not have any material riches, but he had an insatiable curiosity. The men’s conversation continued, and the homeless man, despite his fatigue and hunger, struggled to catch every word.

“What about the detonator?” asked the first man.

“It is with our little present. Everything has been prepared according to plan. When the plane reaches the right altitude…”

The second man’s voice was lost in a muffled and sinister laugh.

Joe felt a shiver. Something was very wrong. But tiredness and hunger, his constant enemies, began to weigh on him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to understand the meaning of that conversation, but sleep won out. The last words he heard were, “Tomorrow, everything will be different.”

When the man woke up, the sun was rising. He got up slowly, stretching his tired muscles. The memory of the previous night’s conversation came back to him—present, detonator, right altitude. Could that have been just a dream? For a moment, Joe thought about alerting someone. But who would believe a mere homeless person, he thought to himself. The poor guy was invisible to most people. What if they laughed at him or worse, kicked him out of the airport? This was one of the few places he could find food.

So, the homeless man decided to do nothing, at least for the time being. Perhaps he had misunderstood. Perhaps he was imagining things. After all, what did he know about backpacks and detonators?

And so, with a mixture of confusion and fear, Joe started his day, not knowing that his life was about to change forever. He went to do what he always did—look for something to eat and ease his hunger. The early hours of the morning were an important time when bakeries threw away the bread of the day before, and the first hurried passengers could offer a few spare change. However, the homeless man wandered through the streets with his mind still stuck on the strange conversation he overheard the night before. He tried to think of something else, but the words echoed in his mind—backpack, little present, detonator.

He continued thinking about that until he arrived at the airport. The place was already quite busy—people in suits and ties hurrying up and down, families with giant suitcases, children running everywhere—all with anxious looks and full of expectations. Joe felt like a fish out of water in the midst of all this movement. But he had gotten used to being ignored. In fact, this invisibility allowed him to observe the world without being noticed—a kind of superpower.

And that’s when it happened. Immediately after he bought a sandwich with the money he had gotten from a good soul, he saw one of the men from the night before. The man, now casually dressed but with the same nervous expression on his face, was hurrying towards the departure hall. In his hands, he carried a backpack that looked very heavy.

In that instant, it was as if a switch had been turned in Joe’s mind, and the words of last night took on new meaning. The backpack was what carried the little gift. The detonator.

“My God,” he thought. “He has a bomb in that backpack.”

Joe started to panic. His body became cold, and fear settled in. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. The poor man asked, could it be true? What if that conversation wasn’t just a delusion in his head? What if that present really was a bomb? “The flight is scheduled for 10 o’clock,” the man’s words echoed in his head. He glanced at the big clock on the airport wall. 9:30 AM. Time seemed to slow down. Every second was torture.

The homeless man watched the suspicious man walk away, blending in with the other passengers, and felt a wave of despair take over him. Joe started to sweat cold. The reality of his situation was starting to sink in.

He, a man with nothing to lose and nothing to gain, was faced with a situation that could cost hundreds of lives if he was right. He was alone, with no one to help or advise. There was no one to share his fear, his confusion. The poor man thought about screaming, running after the man and confronting him. But fear paralyzed him. What if they found out he knew everything? What if they decided to silence him? He was just a homeless person. Who would miss him?

Joe found himself at a dead end. Desperation was starting to settle in his mind. But amidst all the chaos, a spark of courage began to shine. He knew he had to do something. He couldn’t just stand by and watch. The clock read 9:40 AM. It was a race against time, and the homeless man knew he couldn’t afford to lose. Even though it meant he could be arrested or worse, he filled his lungs with air and screamed with all the strength he could muster as he broke into a run.

“The plane is going to crash! It’s going to crash!”

The words rang out loud and clear, reverberating through the airport lounge. People around stopped to stare, confused. The hustle and bustle of the airport slowed down for a moment, as if time had frozen. Then, the confusion set in. Screams echoed through the place as people sought shelter, ran in random directions, trying to get away from the man who seemed to be going crazy. Joe didn’t care about the scared and confused looks. He continued to scream, trying to warn people of the imminent danger.

“That man, I saw him! He’s going in! Someone has to stop him! Don’t take off, the plane is going to crash!”

He repeated it incessantly. Airport security was triggered and started running towards him. The homeless man saw the determination in their eyes. They had no intention of hearing his plea, only of silencing him. Panic made him react. The poor man broke into a desperate run through the airport lounge. His only direction was the departure gate he had seen.

He ran as if his life depended on it, and in a way, the lives of many really did. He jumped over the turnstiles with an agility he didn’t know he had. He heard the metallic sound as the security guards collided with the turnstiles, trying to keep up with his pace. He ran through the halls, dodging luggage carts, leaping over obstacles. The loudspeaker announcements mixed with the clatter of his wobbly boots on the marble floor, the sound of his panting breath, and the shouts of security guards behind him.

Finally, he arrived at the departure gate without hesitation. He walked past the flight attendants, who were also confused, stormed the boarding bridge, and finally got on the plane. The interior was calm, a sharp contrast to the chaos unfolding outside. Passengers looked at him in bewilderment.

Joe continued to shout, “It’s going to crash! Don’t take off! The plane is going to crash!”

Fearful expressions began to spread among the passengers as his words echoed through the plane. “It’s going to crash!” Scared voices only increased. A flight attendant approached, an expression of disbelief on her face.

“Sir, you need to leave. This is a commercial flight, and you are not allowed to…”

But Joe interrupted her. “You can’t take off! There’s a bomb here! You’ll all die if the plane takes off!”

His screams silenced the plane. A child started crying somewhere in the back. A man stood up and yelled, “Is this some kind of joke?”

“It’s not a joke,” the homeless man replied. His eyes were glazed with terror. “There’s a bomb on this plane. I saw a man get in with a backpack. Please, believe me!”

Before he could say more, security grabbed him, dragging him off the plane. Joe continued screaming, his voice fading as he was taken away. “Don’t take off! Don’t take off!”

And then, the plane door closed behind him, muffling his screams and leaving the plane in silence. Tension hung in the aircraft as the passengers looked at one another, each silently wondering if the homeless man’s words were true or if he was just a crazy man. They had just witnessed a man being dragged off the plane, screaming about a bomb. The tension in the air was palpable.

The head of the flight attendants picked up the intercom. Her voice shook slightly and began to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the incident. It was just a misunderstanding. Please remain calm. We guarantee your safety. We will continue with the takeoff shortly.”

The pilot’s voice followed, echoing through the plane. “This is your captain speaking. I would like to reiterate that the situation is under control, and everyone is safe on board the plane. We appreciate your patience.”

Passengers started muttering among themselves, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The homeless man’s words still disturbed them, until someone stood up and shouted, “The guy said there’s a bomb on board! That we’re all going to die if the plane takes off! And that’s all you’re going to say? Nobody’s going to see if there really is a bomb in here?”

Despite the attempts of the flight attendants and the pilot to calm the passengers, doubt settled in. The eyes turned to the boarding gate, and everyone wondered if they should get off the plane, if they should run. Meanwhile, Joe was being detained by airport security. His screams had now reduced to unintelligible squeals as the security guards held him tightly.

“You’re just a drunk bum! You must be crazy or high. Do you have any idea how screwed up you are right now?” said one of the security guards, with a cruel smile on his face. The poor man could feel their anger, their contempt. They only saw him as a disturber of the peace, not someone who was trying to save lives.

He looked at the plane, his breath heavy, his heart beating hard against his chest. And then he noticed the plane had not yet taken off. It was stopped, with the lights on and the people still on board. A feeling of relief flooded Joe’s mind. “Phew,” he reflected. But deep inside, the doubt persisted. Was he right, wasn’t he?

The sirens began to sound closer, and the police arrived. They grabbed Joe from the security guards and began to drag him away. He tried to resist, but the handcuffs were tight around his wrists, and the policemen were too strong. The poor man took one last look at the plane—relief mingling with a sense of fear and uncertainty. He knew he had done the right thing, but he knew he was about to pay a heavy price for it.

The mood at LAX airport was one of apprehension and fear. Discomfort and uneasiness hung in the air. The people present watched incredulous while the police isolated the area and began a rigorous search for the plane. Passengers, now outside the aircraft, looked worried at what was happening. The tumult had settled into a suffocating silence, interrupted only by the comments of curious passengers and the police moving around.

The task force worked meticulously, and each movement had to be executed with precision and efficiency. After all, there was a possible bomb. The bomb squad checked every seat, every baggage compartment, every corner of the aircraft. Everyone there was looking at them, waiting anxiously for the results of the search. And then, one of the officers approached the bathroom—one of the few places not yet checked. He opened the door, revealing the small compartment. What he found inside made his heart stop for an instant.

Behind the toilet seat was a backpack that definitely didn’t belong to any of the passengers. “Captain, we found something,” he said into his radio, trying to remain calm.

The captain of the search team hurried toward the plane’s bathroom. His gaze fell on the backpack, and for a moment, the man felt a chill run down his spine. The news spread quickly among the people at the airport. Rumbles turned to frightened whispers. Was the homeless man right? Was there really a bomb on that plane?

It was then that a flight attendant, still shaken by the incident, remembered a detail that until then had gone unnoticed. Before all that fuss, a man had entered the plane. At first, they thought it was a passenger. He went to the bathroom and then went to his seat. Then he left in a hurry, saying that he had forgotten something and went off to get it.

“It was him,” she said. “He got on the plane, went to the bathroom, and left, saying he had forgotten something. He never came back.”

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place in the minds of those present. The man who got on and off the plane, the backpack in the bathroom, the

warnings from the homeless man. Everything was connected. And yes, there was, in fact, a bomb on that plane. The anti-bomb team confirmed the detonator inside the backpack. And thanks to the quick and daring action of a homeless man that everyone had disregarded, a tragedy was averted. He saved the lives of the 300 people aboard the plane.

News of Joe’s courageous actions swept through the city like a tornado, instantly transforming the humble homeless person into a local hero. News cameras and reporters began to gather outside the airport, all eager to hear more about the man who risked everything to save the lives of strangers. The airport company, aware of the homeless man’s extraordinary act, decided to offer him a job and a chance to start his life over. He was initially employed in maintenance, but he soon distinguished himself by dedication and diligence.

It was then that the company offered Joe the opportunity to fulfill an old dream—to fly. “How would you feel about being a flight attendant?” the airline manager asked, surprising him with the offer. Joe could hardly believe it. He, who had always looked at planes with a mixture of admiration and a touch of envy, now had the opportunity to be inside one. The company financed his training, providing him with all the necessary resources to make his dream come true.

The ex-homeless man studied, went through all the training sessions with contagious enthusiasm. When he wore the flight attendant uniform for the first time, Joe could barely hold back his tears. He looked in the mirror and saw a reflection showing a transformed man. It made his heart, and his colleagues’, warm—a hero, not just a hero, but a flight attendant. A new life was beginning for Joe—a world of adventure he never imagined he could reach.

His first trip was marked by emotion. He still felt a little awkward in his uniform and a little afraid of heights. But the smile on his face and the obvious joy in his eyes captivated everyone on the plane. Passengers applauded as the news that he was the hero of LAX Airport spread throughout the flight. Joe, now with a purpose, went from being a homeless person to becoming a flight attendant. Every plane he saw, every flight he was on, reminded him of how he managed to change his destiny, how even in the midst of adversity, he was able to make a difference and save so many lives.

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