The Falling Man.

After reading this story, and seeing the picture, it gives me mixed emotions. The immediate first thought is, poor man. There he is falling to his death. Just falling out of the sky. Then, you feel, its kind of a feeling you can't describe. You wonder how the man felt falling. What made him so calm and collected to realize that no matter how hard he tried, like the others, swimming through the sky, that that wasn't going to help anything. That no matter if he was fidgeting for dear life, or just falling, that he was going to die. It's a puzzling thought.