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Tuesday, September 10, 2002

'Honey, you need to do it.' I keep pulling stories from the Jewish Week 9-11 supplement - each one is a little blow to the heart. Lyzbeth Glick remembers her husband Jeremy:
The first thing he told me was, 'My plane has been taken over by three men.' He said they were Iranian-looking, they were wearing red headbands. . . . Then he told me he thought he was going to die; he said he would respect any decisions I made. He didn’t sound panicked, he didn’t sound angry. He just sounded very, very sad. . . .

Then he went into a planning mode. He said there were three guys as big as him-- – Jeremy was a large guy, a little over six feet and 220 pounds; in 1993 he was the NCAA judo champion for his weight class -- and they were thinking of jumping the hijacker with the bomb. Did I think it was a good idea?

I hesitated, then I said, 'Honey, you need to do it.'

He was thinking of what he could use as a weapon, besides his hands. He said, 'I have my butter knife from breakfast.' Which is like Jeremy; he always made a light comment when things were stressful.