The conception of worth, that each person is an end per se, is not a mere abstraction. Our interest in it is not merely academic. Every outcry against the oppression of some people by other people, or against what is morally hideous is the affirmation of the principle that a human being as such is not to be violated. A human being is not to be handled as a tool but is to be respected and revered.
June 1, 2000
Little Rock , Arkansas
In Loving Memory of the passengers
who lost their lives as a result of the
AA1420 crash . . .
Mary Elizabeth Couch
Rachel Renee Fuller
Sara “Sue” Ramey Gray
Betty Evelyn Ingram
Gordon Gent McLerran
Linda Joyce McLerran
Debra Ann Sattari
Air Force Tech. Sgt. Jeffrey Stewart
|9:00 a.m.||Packets and badges available|
Memorial Service (Open to Public)
Buses leave park for Aerospace Education Center (AEC)
Luncheon at AEC (Private*)
Buses leave AEC for hangar (Private - all those viewing wreckage must ride bus and sign consent form)
1420 family viewing of wreckage (Private) Cameras, recorders allowed; Red Cross representatives available
Buses return to AEC
|4:30 p.m.||Buses return to Excelsior Hotel|
|5:00 p.m.||Optional media interviews|
|7:00 p.m.||1420 family gathering - Excelsior lobby|
|9:30 p.m.||Buses leave for AEC|
|10:30 p.m.|| Buses leave AEC for Crash Site
(all those attending the candlelight vigil must ride bus)
Candlelight Vigil (Private)
|12:00 a.m.||Buses return to AEC|
|12:15 a.m.||Buses return to Excelsior Hotel|
|* Private events for 1420 family members and survivors only|
Mr. Dennis McCarty
|Speaker||Mayor Jim Dailey|
|Speaker||Mr. John Goglia, NTSB Member|
|Speaker||Governor Mike Huckabee|
|Speaker||Dr. Charles Fuller|
Releasing of the wreaths (and doves) for the deceased
|Playing of Taps||
Little Rock Air Force Base
provided by the US Air Force
|Closing Prayer||Dr. Charles Fuller|
Lighting of candles and singing of Kumbaya
by Kristy Sheridan & Julia Ferganchick
One year ago today, 139 passengers waited anxiously at the Dallas -Forth Worth airport for clear weather, to continue on our personal journeys. We were strangers, worried about the flight, concerned about the night, all brought together in the confines of an MD82. None of us knew how the journey would end, or that it would seem to have no ending. For all it was a change of course, unexpected, unwelcome, and unforgiving. That journey continues.
We range in age from 2 to 81. We are parents, children, business people, students, friends and families. Some traveled together, some alone. Every seat held a soul from a different background and phase of life. We were as physically close as any strangers get.
Together we were tossed around formidable skies, lightning pierced the tortured darkness. Battering rain and torrents of wind hurled our plane and our lives into turmoil. Some panicked, some were unsuspecting, some prayed for mercy. As we approached our destination, most were terrified. Something was terribly wrong.
Then came the deafening pandemonium of crashing, ripping, burning. For an instant—silence. Then, cries of anguish and terror began as flames ripped through the broken remains of our plane. Heaven's ironic gift was torrential rain to quench the fire and lightning to show the way out.
Angels were among us in the form of injured but willing bodies who helped those in worse condition than themselves. They carried those who could not escape on their own, battling fire and hail in the struggle to free those who were bound in the broken and burning metal grave.
We were empowered by the strength of God, overcoming the pain and fear to push and pull, catch and carry our brothers and sisters. Some held cold elderly hands, some horrified children. Some gave up their own clothing to stem the blood, attempting to hold in the life of the injured. All tried to bridge the chasm between fear and safety with faith.
As we endured the assault of nature's fierceness, in the violence of wet and frigid darkness, strangers formed bonds of love. In the aftermath of tragedy, we watched flames consume the twisted wreckage that had, only moments prior, been our fortress. We spoke and sang encouragement to each other.
It was real, but surreal. We were living it, but it was a dream. It was an unfathomable nightmare that would not seem to cease. Death was with us. God was with us. Torrential storms, blasting hail, and stinking fumes and fire like Hades surrounded us. There was intense physical pain and emotional agony like none we had ever imagined. For many, this part of the journey continues.
Today, those strangers of June first, 1999 have been transformed into a family. Our number is smaller by ten. Every day we grieve for the lives that were ripped from us, and every day we pray that those lives were not taken in vain.
We stand together today, as we did that night. We grieve because we are changed forever. We seek to honor the dead by demanding improvement in a system that failed us. We will not rest nor be quiet until meaningful change is accomplished. We will never be the same. Our hearts will never be far apart. We will never forget, and together, we will not be forgotten.
(Come by Here)
|Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya (repeat)|
|Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya (repeat)|
|Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya (repeat)|
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya (repeat)
|Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch|
|like me! I once was lost, but now am found; was|
|blind, but now I see.|
|'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my|
|fears relieved; how precious did that grace appear|
|the hour I first believed.|
|Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already|
|come; 'tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and|
|grace will lead me home.|
|The Lord has promised good to me, his word my hope|
|secures; he will my shield and portion be, as long as|
|Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, and mortal life|
|shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, a life of|
|joy and peace.|
|When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining|
|as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise|
|than when we'd first begun.|
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