This article was originally published by Daisy Luther at The Organic Prepper
On Jan. 15, 2009, Captain Chelsey “Sully” Sullenberger made a series of decisions that saved the lives of all 155 people aboard the ill-fated flight 1549 out of New York’s LaGuardia Airport. Yesterday, on Twitter, Captain Sullenberger shared a play-by-play memory on the 10th anniversery of the emergency that would later be named “The Miracle on the Hudson.”
In his tweets, there are a lot of survival lessons that can be learned.
Most of the time, when emergencies happen, we don’t have any advance warning. Disaster strikes out of the blue and it’s the knowledge and preparation we gained ahead of that which will save us…or not.
10 years ago today the lives of everyone on
#Flight1549 changed forever. I offer my recollections here in a series of tweets that I’ve written for my team to send out today.I began a four-day trip on Monday, 1/12/09 in Charlotte, where I met First Officer Jeff Skiles for the first time. Wednesday night we had a long layover in Pittsburgh. I later learned Jeff went to see Clint Eastwood’s “Gran Torino.” (Eastwood would direct “Sully.”)
Thursday, January 15, 2009, started like 10,000 other days. It was snowing in Pittsburgh and our plane had to be deiced. I hoped the weather would cooperate so I could get home to California that evening. We made it to LaGuardia only a few minutes behind schedule…
…15:24:54: First Officer Jeff Skiles and I were ready and LaGuardia tower cleared our flight – identified as “Cactus 1549” – for takeoff. And like nearly every other flight I’d had for 42 years,
#Flight1549 was completely routine and unremarkable – for the first 100 seconds.15:26:00 Air Traffic Controller Patrick Harten: “Cactus 1549, New York departure, radar contact, climb and maintain one five thousand.”
15:26:03 Me: “maintain one five thousand Cactus 1549.”
As the plane was gaining altitude, a flock of Canada geese was in the way. The accident was unavoidable.
15:27:07 Me: “after takeoff checklist complete.” I saw the birds three seconds before we struck them; we were traveling 316 feet per second and could not avoid them.
15:27:10 Me: “Birds.”
15:27:11 Jeff: “Whoa.”
15:27:12 Jeff: “Oh sh&*.”
15:27:13 Me: “Oh yeah.”
We could feel and hear the thumps and thuds as we struck the birds, followed by a shuddering, and then a rumbling sound coming from the engines. We felt them rolling back.
15:27:15 Me: “We got one rol- both of ‘em rolling back.”
As the engines rolled back, they made the most sickening, pit-of-your-stomach sound, “whoooooooo” as they ran down. It was a sudden, complete, symmetrical loss of thrust. I had never experienced anything like it before.
“Engine rollback” means an engine’s failure to thrust, or an engine that is not responding to the commands of the pilot.
His training kicked in and he didn’t even have to think about the first actions he was going to take.
Within two and a half seconds, I had begun to take the first two remedial actions by memory. I turned on the engine ignition and started the aircraft’s auxiliary power unit.
15:27:18 Me: “Ignition, start.”
15:27:21 Me: “I’m starting the APU.”
The engine ignition would allow the engines to recover if they could. The APU would provide a backup source of electrical power, especially important in a fly-by-wire airplane like the Airbus A320, where there is not a direct mechanical connection to the controls.
The pilot and copilot worked together flawlessly. This is very important in an emergency situation – someone has to be in charge and often, there’s no time for discussion.
I took control of the aircraft as Jeff and I completed verbatim the important transfer of aircraft control protocol:
15:27:23 Me: “My aircraft.”
15:27:24 Jeff: “Your aircraft.”
Even though Jeff and I had just met for the first time three days before, if you had watched us work together, you would have thought we had been for years, because we were able to collaborate wordlessly in an emergency when there was not time to talk about it.
15:27:25: The cockpit area mic captured the sound of the igniters. The investigation revealed the engines were irreparably damaged and never would have regained thrust.
15:27:28 Me (to Jeff): “Get the QRH [Quick Reference Handbook], loss of thrust on both engines.”
I’ve written before about how your first step in an emergency has to be overriding your brain’s natural desire to retreat into cognitive dissonance and how you must quickly move past that and accept that the incident is indeed occurring. It may help to see that even a seasoned pilot like Sully had this perfectly natural response.
I still remember my first three thoughts. First, “This can’t be happening,” a very typical thought, rooted in disbelief. Second, “This doesn’t happen to me.” All my previous flights had been mostly routine. I had never been so challenged in an airplane that I doubted the outcome.
My third thought was more of a realization – unlike all those other flights, this one would probably not end on a runway with the aircraft undamaged. I knew I had seconds to come up with a plan, minutes to execute.
As you can see, he quickly moved into the problem-solving aspect.
I knew every decision we made would be examined by the investigators and debated for years by other aviation professionals. The NTSB would spend up to a year and a half interviewing everyone involved in our flight, analyzing all the data.
They would be scrutinizing every thought I had, every choice I made, every syllable I uttered, every action I took or did not take. But I did not let this knowledge dissuade me from making hard choices and sticking with them.
In an emergency situation, it’s very important that everyone knows what their job is and that they perform their tasks without having to have constant instruction. In the case of Flight 1549, the crew of the plane immediately shifted into gear.
In the cabin, the flight attendants heard the noise, and assumed it was a bird strike and we were going to return to LaGuardia. The cabin was quiet, with no engine noise; but the passengers were calm – they had no idea the seriousness of the situation.
Sully contacted air traffic control and Patrick, at the tower, began to try and find him a runway for an emergency landing.
15:27:32 Me: “Mayday mayday mayday. Uh this uh Cactus fifteen thirty nine hit birds, we’ve lost thrust in both engines we’re turning back towards LaGuardia.” Patrick immediately began to try to get us back to a runway at LaGuardia.
Despite air traffic control’s efforts, Sully realized that he wasn’t going to be able to get the plane back to the airfields at LaGuardia or nearby Teterboro.
15:28:05 Patrick: “Cactus fifteen twenty nine, if we can get it for you do you want to try to land runway one three?”
(In the stress of the moment both Patrick and I got the flight number wrong.)
15:28:10 Me: “We’re unable. We may end up in the Hudson.”
Patrick was still determined to try to find a way to get us to a runway. I asked him about Teterboro off our right. He immediately began to arrange a landing there, but I quickly realized we couldn’t make it there either.
I knew if I set the airplane down on the river and could keep it intact, the boats and ferries would come to our rescue. 15:29:28 (two minutes and 18 seconds after the bird strike)
Me: “We’re gonna be in the Hudson.”
Patrick: “I’m sorry say again Cactus?”
When an event out of the ordinary, sometimes you have to take extraordinary measures to survive it. Capt. Sullenberger set his priorities and created a plan.
This was a novel event that we had never trained for. In our flight simulators it was not possible to practice a water landing. Yet, I was able to set clear priorities. I took what I did know, adapted it, and applied it in a new way to solve a problem I’d never seen before.
We did not have enough altitude and speed (total energy) to make it to any runway, so I engaged in goal sacrificing. I was willing to sacrifice the airplane to save lives.
I realized the only other place in the entire New York Metropolitan area, one of the most densely populated and developed areas on the planet, that was long enough, wide enough, and smooth enough to even attempt landing a large, fast, heavy jet airliner was the Hudson River.
The passengers of Flight 1549 only heard from their captain once during the ill-fated trip. They had no idea until his brief announcement that their lives were in peril. His goal was not to cause panic but to provide important, lifesaving instructions.
I had time to make only one announcement to the passengers and crew, and before I made what I knew would be the most important announcement of my life, I took what was probably an extravagant amount of time, three or four seconds, to choose my words very carefully.
I wanted to sound confident because I knew courage can be contagious. In our aviation vocabulary there are certain single words that are rich with meaning. “Brace” is such a word. And I chose the word “impact” to give passengers and crew alike a vivid image of what to expect.
I said, “This is the Captain. Brace for impact.” Immediately, I heard the flight attendants start shouting their commands to the passengers – “Brace, brace, brace! Heads down! Stay down!”
In the cockpit, Capt. Sullenberger and First Officer Skiles were listening to the dire warnings from the plane and acting on instinct.
The cockpit warnings were sounding. A computerized voice repeated, “too low, terrain, too low, terrain… caution terrain… pull up, pull up, pull up.” 23 seconds before the landing, I asked Jeff a question.
15:30:21 Me: “Got any ideas?”
15:30:23 Jeff: “Actually not.”
I was asking him what else we could do to save lives. That we could have this exchange in middle of such a crisis is just an indication of how well we had learned our team skills at the airline. Jeff answered the way he did because he knew we had done all we could.
Jeff intuitively knew he should help me judge the height above the river to begin the landing by calling out airspeed and altitude. While the impact was hard, I could tell the plane was intact and floating. Jeff and I said almost in unison – “That wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
The plane landed in the water, safely and intact, but they still had to evacuate the passengers in the icy conditions and frigid waters of the Hudson.
Though we’d solved the first big problem – getting the plane down intact, there was a perilous evacuation and rescue ahead of us. While Jeff went through the evacuation checklist, I opened the cockpit door and shouted “Evacuate!”
Even in this sudden crisis, the flight attendants immediately drew upon years of training and began the evacuation. Passengers began filing out onto the wings and into the rafts at the front doors. The back doors were below the waterline; the aft rafts were useless.
It was January in NY, on the frigid Hudson River. The air temperature was 21, 11 with the windchill; the water temperature was 36. The first ferry arrived within four minutes.
Sully repeatedly searched the cabin to ensure no one got left behind.
When it seemed everyone was out of the cabin, I walked down the center aisle, shouting: “Is anyone there? Come forward!” I walked up and down twice, to be sure no one would be left behind. The second time the water was so high I got wet almost to my waist.
By the time I left the aircraft as the last one off, the ferries were all around us and the rescue was well underway. I tried desperately to get a count of people in the rafts and on the wings, but it was impossible.
Once he was on the ferry, he made some important phone calls. (Remember your communications plans!)
On the deck of the ferry I realized my cell phone was dry; my first call was to US Airways. The airline operations manager who answered abruptly told me he couldn’t talk because they “had a plane down in the Hudson.” I said “I know. I’m the guy.”
For the first time I thought about my own family. I called Lorrie to tell her the shocking news. She wasn’t aware of it. I told her I was ok, couldn’t talk, but would call her again later, as I had duties to perform. She picked up our girls at school before they heard the news.
Finally, he got the news he’d been waiting to hear.
He finally got the call he had been waiting for after four long hours.
Passengers were taken to NY and NJ. Some, including myself, were taken to hospitals to be evaluated. I was still trying to get a count of passengers. Finally, four hours after our landing, I received the number I was looking for: 155. All aboard survived.
Captain Sullenberger’s presence of mind during an unexpected crisis saved the lives of 155 people that day. He was able to overcome his shock and act quickly, make his own decisions despite advisors telling him otherwise, and keep his passengers and crew from panicking.
Studying these kinds of situations can help us to survive if we ever find ourselves in peril. Real life survival stories can provide us with the inspiration to think things through and the ability to be better prepared mentally. One day, your ability to do that could save your life and the lives of the people you love.
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Daisy is a coffee-swigging, gun-toting, homeschooling blogger who writes about current events, preparedness, frugality, and the pursuit of liberty on her websites, The Organic Prepper and DaisyLuther.com She is the author of 4 books and the co-founder of Preppers University, where she teaches intensive preparedness courses in a live online classroom setting. You can follow her on Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter,.
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The biggest lesson anyone can learn is to not panic.
Every normal person has been scared shitless, and has
hesitated, but you evaluate your options if you are to
survive. This guy Sully was comfortable, in control,
and well trained.
If my SCUBA system fails when I’m 120′ feet deep in
the water, I know what to do.
I have no idea if it will work, but I have the illusion
of control.
If you panic there is no control!
That is what prepping gives us, a sense of control.
That is the difference between life and death.
Men should almost never wear form fitting clothing unless there is an extremely compelling reason to do so no matter how fit they are Speedos are fucking gross.
Are land rovers capable in the backcountry or is it all yuppie hype?
rellik, actually prepping gives you nothing of the sort at all. Only ongoing actual training in a physical form and your own life experiences in real survival life and death situations gives you that kind of experience, not prepping. And every bit of it is 100% based on your own mindset which can be learned to some degree. But there is no replacement for first hand experiences in real life and death situations. I am very fortunate to have had more than I can even remember and still do on occasion !
Skully was in the perfect mind set and thus the perfect results. That is all I care about and teach, the mindset and results from serious training regimens! The rest is not only fantasy, but a waste of time and effort. Far better to be prepared and capable. Not just prepped out.
When there is an emergency, it’s not a democracy and time to bellyache, just follow orders.
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Ever been rock climbing? Here is Brooke and she is eleven years old and one of the best rock climbers in the world.
People taught her the techniques of climbing but how effective would she be if people on the ground…told Brooke what to do?
If she gets scared and stays frozen for even a minute, her muscles will build up lactic acid and she could tense up with “analysis paralysis”.
You don’t look down. You look for every hand and toe hold, for places to push off or even swing to grip one that see ahead. You mentally plan your route and pray that you don’t have to retreat and go back down to renegotiate a new path.
For part of my life, I took adults and teens rockclimbing and took responsible younger people bouldering. You can’t tell them everything; they have to apply what you taught them. Typically they are elated afterwards. It’s close to a religious experience.
Mara,
I don’t like heights.
I was at times required to go 120′ feet above the hard stop
to pull wires, shovel snow and what ever.
My view could be at 14,000 ASL.
I was not in an airplane.
Top of Mauna Kea on a man lift.
You have to look down, to drive a manlift.
Surviving that was never a “religious experience”
it was a feeling(false) of having control over
something that can’t be controlled.
Disqus ate my post, but that sounds terrific (terrifying plus delihhtful).
Ate your post Maranatha? You are most prolific at posting of anyone I’ve ever seen?
Once had a woman that was like an attached leech/tick, 24/7/365. She was smart, rich, beautiful, great in the sheets. But still,She was too much of a good thing, 24/7/365.
I like to hunt and fish, No women, no conversation, no distractions. When hunting all I want is hunting. When fishing, nothing but fishing/beer drinking. No conversation from anyone. Fish don’t like talk, Fish don’t usually have much to say.
When working I am working, No phone calls, texts, visits. Leave me the hell alone to work. I hate co workers that talk too much during working hours. After work it’s ok, just don’t talk about work.
Now I’m talkin too much. Point is that this very Beautiful woman threw a fit/tantrum once too often about me not replying to calls, messages, texts, while I was working hard. So I remedied problem, I left her,Moved out. Got tired of the stream of togetherness. Went my own way, left her house, furnishings, car, most of the bank money. I also paid up bills current.
You Maranatha remind me of her. Though I doubt you have her big boobs, long legs, fine ass. I doubt you smell as nice. She had much more going for her, than you. Yet it was still too much contact.
Maranatha Your approach is off putting to most.
You Maranatha are too much posts.
Your approach is like hers, continuous, non stop.
Not being cruel here. Just statement.
I never beat an animal, women, kids. But I do correct thier actions and bad choices. SOmetimes it works. With woman above it did not. So I left. No fuss. No fight. No drama from my side.
Look hard at your own Approach Maranatha. What is the goal? Conversion?
My cattle get willingly into trailer. Because from young age they eat out of it. Have doors triple tied open, mineral salt licks available inside to all the herd all the time. When I need cattle to enter for relocation, sell. Cattle willingly go inside. The trailer is not a scary place to them. Herd is used to it being there. They have willingly gone in and out many times during their life of Free Will. No force.
No rushing them. I’m gentle with push and persuasion for them to load up. No one is stirred up. Not me, I am even, calm. The cattle are calm, because they pick it up from my demeanor. No drama, No fussing, No conflict. Easy. The cattle are doing mostly what they want to, are used to, I just help gently, calmly, push stragglers along.
Maybe approach would work better for you?
I suggest you get a dog or a few for good company. Dogs listen, don’t judge you, always welcome your return.
Apollogies if too long. Or not clear enough. But best to you on project. Best of luck. My final post this year. Going fishing. Nothing more to say.
Who cares?
Maranatha says:
Comment ID: 3942546
January 17, 2019 at 11:49 am
Who cares?
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Here is prime example of bible thumper showing true colors. “Do as I say. Not as I do.”
Next I guess you will be asking for money?
Bible thumpers always do. Anytime I’m around bible thumpers. I check to make sure my wallet is still in my pocket.
Other thing is that church mice always want things and work, for free if you do any work for them.
That is why I love Jews. They have always paid me a fair wage when good work performed. Never once has Jew asked me for “donation”, or “it’s for the church.” Bible thumpers ALWAYS do. Every time.
I for 2 agree. Sir M needs new hobby to stay occupied. Try gardening and reloading ammo. Donate your time to charity? Do instead of postings.
I have not asked anyone for anything.
Quite the opposite.
You want emancipation? Then free yourself from the tyranny of Lucifer!
Maranatha, there are a few things I will likely never try again unless my life depends on it and the plane is crashing and I have a parachute.
I went sky diving three times and got line twist two out of three and the chute did not open. Both times I fell to about 1000 feet from 5K and finally got a canopy without getting into the emergency chute. I did exactly what the training video showed me and what I was told by the instructor and I did survive. But I was scared shitless both times. It was way to close to death both times. Back then we had an altimeter on our chest and one of those times I looked down at it just as I got the chute open and was at 837 feet. That is cutting it far too close. By rights I was supposed to cut away the main at 1200 feet and get into the emergency. To be honest I had no intention of doing that. Both times I still landed perfectly in a walk in although one time I brushed some tree tops coming in and almost crashed. The only reason I went was an electrician friend convinced me it would help my fear of heights. It did the opposite. I flew a lot on choppers and small aircraft (caribou) in the military and never had such fear at all, so I do not even know where it came from years later ? Back then we made some serious hairball landings and take offs not even at any air strip, but on gravel roads and such or simply on the ground or even above it and jump out with lots of gear. And the loaches were almost always very low level and tree top maneuvers at speed ! Until you had to get out quickly or get in quickly.
Right, just hop on the bus gus.
Rellik, damn good points. I’ve always and still do take my hat off to Captain Sullenberger. That’s an amazing man and I don’t care what anyone else says. Every curveball life has ever thrown at me I never panicked. A few times I was scared shitless but I never panicked and managed to be in control. I did whatever I had to do in order to deal with the situation and I never gave a damn what anyone else thought about my actions. It was my life on the line, not someone else’s. My primary concern is staying alive and if I have to offend some libturd snowflake to do so, then so be it. Hell, I actually enjoy offending libturds anyway, LOL.
According to Hollywood this never could of happened…
without a 98 pound black superbutch as the captain and a co-captain named Chris Fraggitry USMC.
Bert and all males stewards who are gay frogs
Bert, I’ll bet Hollywood couldn’t even make a halfway decent movie about that story. What they call movies these days sucks.
This is a really great movie especially considering it’s a remake of the original.
Failsafe (2000).
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It’s a tense movie about the fog of war and a terrible electronic error leading to a a potential Doomesday event. They scramble the nuclear bombers dead into Soviet territory and obviously not coming back.
Everyone is trapped by protocols and procedures versus reality and diplomacy.
In an operating room, the surgeon is in charge but has backup plus the surgical staff plus the anesthesiologist/RNA. Everybody has jobs but the surgeon is calling the shots and the anesthesiologist/RNA is watching the patient like a hawk as things can decline rather rapidly.
When it goes belly up, say bleeding, seconds count or there is a vegetable or a corpse on the table.
Everyone does their best with the least hesitation and economy of motion. Small inefficient movements and blocking the surgeon’s field of view will cause you to get the worst dressing down of your life. Why? Because you cost time when they might lose focus and make an error and that can be deadly.
There is zero time to consult anatomy diagrams and every human body has variations, so misidentification causes mortality. Plus all of you can quickly get exhausted under the inordinate mental strain.
But if disaster strikes, and they try everything they can think of, then surgeon will say, “Got any ideas? Anything? Anything anybody wants to try?” and then the surgeon calls it.
Yeah, got any ideas? How bout, let’s call whats-her-name. Nurse Ratched. She can quote lines out of the bible to him and then tell him, for crying out loud don’t be such a wimp.
Maranatha, problem is most of them could care less if you die or not but very concerned about the new car and their vacation to France.
On the airplane thing, I’ve always wondered why the SST was shelved after 911, with the excuse that the people who used it were all killed in the twin towers. Wouldn’t the new people also use it? Otherwise a group of ultra rich that lived in the super secure floors of the towers ,we’re wiped out never to return?
Paraphrased —
‘As you can see, he (slowly) moved into the problem-solving aspect.’
Srsly?
Excuse me, if this sounds wrong, but I want to make a turbine that can run into birds.
Off-topic but important: 2 articles about Bob Barr, Trump’s pick for AG, everyone needs to read. At theamericanconservative.com there’s an article about his role in the Ruby Ridge affair; he was AG for Daddy Bush at the time. At gunowners.org there’s an article and a video about his pro-gun control views. Something smells and it sure ain’t roses.
I figured Mac would have an article tomorrow about it. What the heck is POTUS thinking? He’s a terrible choce.
ht tps://www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/william-barrs-connection-to-ruby-ridge-defending-fbi-snipers/
Which one?
The Deplorable Renegade, here is the link
theamericanconservative.comhttps://www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/william-barrs-connection-to-ruby-ridge-defending-fbi-snipers/
I saw this as well and yes it is very concerning. Also he and Mueller are good friends ? We shall see because he will be approved !
Perhaps we will have to go here one day again ? There are times I would be glad even knowing what that means first hand. Always be prepared as a warrior monk !
https://youtu.be/Q-d5etNrIf4
Knowing birds is all it takes to bring down a jet makes me want to take the scenic route.
Never been afraid to fly, but I think I should be. Had one scare flying out of denver during a snow storm. The plane took off, and immediately turned. We were so low it seemed the wing could hit the ground. Coming in below us from the oposite direction was another plane. This was in the 70s, and only one runway was open.
Capt. Sully is a true hero! He is an amazing and humble man who used all of his experience to save so many. He said once in an interview that he flies glider planes in his spare time and that also helped him balance the plane by the feel. This story is a perfect example of how adapting to your current situation is the most important asset you can have and those that don’t freeze are more likely to survive. I’ve been in emergency situations and there are always the ones that freeze, the ones that panic and the ones that act.
I remember flying into Nashville almost 30 years ago.It was a rather uneventful flight until the last 20 minutes during decent and the plane hit extreme turbulence.You could feel it dropping rapidly,it felt like you were in an elevator as the ass end of the plane dipped way to low,nose pointing straight up.Also shaking violently side to side, as if it were going to come apart.People who hadn’t said a word to each other during the entire flight were holding hands, some were praying feverishly,everyone looking around at each other.I thought, well I guess this is it!It seemed like it lasted forever,shaking and shuddering almost to the ground.Then the pilot landed that bird like a boss, smoothest landing I’ve ever felt.When he said “We have arrived in Nashville. Thank you for flying Braniff flight (can’t remember)” nervous laughter erupted everywhere !
He received to warnings on the birds. A superior pilot would have missed the birds.
I once lost positive thrust once, performed a barrel roll, and landed in my shoes and got outta there when I saw her critter.
reper sleepr, I also ran down an alley in my under wear carrying my clothes after jumping out a second story window in Pasadena Ca many years ago.
I will never forget as I ran by some black guys in the alley working on their car and they all were stunned at my presence. Now, their comments were hilarious, then not so funny as I ran around the block got in my corvette and sped way from an angry armed man breaking the door down and yelling “Judy open this fucking door you bitch whore” !
As I ran by the black guys one of them said “Niggaaaaa pleeeeeese you know dat ain’t right” ! I remember those words as clear today as then and still laugh my ass off every now and then. Yes I was a true heathen ! still am occasionally for the same reason. But a bit more civilized to be sure.
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Many more are waking the hell up, finally to a far better way to live and think ! Some here as well.
Many Americans are stuck in the junk and have no idea they have been seriously mind fucked their entire lives in many matters !
Almost 40 years ago J Krishnamurta said,
“it is no good measure of a man to be well adjusted to a sick society”
This is precisely how and why America is whacked today. Our government has morphed into a giant criminal enterprise and all the religions are part of the giant control mechanisms as well as the corporatocracy that has been created along with all of it.
Just realize it all for what it is and step away from it all and gain a free mind and spirit !