One of the passengers who survived the recent plane crash in Nepal said he managed to not only survive but also save others because he did not sleep or drink during the flight.

"I was able to grab on to my seat during the crash, quickly release seat belts, spring up from the seat and have the sense to force open the emergency door because I was alert," Dayaram Tamrakar, a Nepali travel agent who was on the flight from Dhaka, Bangladesh, told the Associated Press.

He credited the fact he able to think so quickly on his feet and break down the emergency exit as the reasons he lived.

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If this is true then I’m going to die. Sorry, Mom. Get my affairs in order before my next flight. It’s not like you’re just asking me to put on a seat belt here. You’re asking me to sit through the most uncomfortable, boring, inconvenient, miserable traveling experience in modern society and just take it. You’re asking me to look that beast in the eye, smell it’s nasty breath, and not look away. It’s too much. I’m not a big drinker on flights, but that’s because I’m sleeping. If I wasn’t able to sleep, I’d pour on the booze. I’m not even going for fun drunk, I’m just going for numb sleep drunk; anything to take me away from that experience.

In essence, what you’re saying here is: you gotta be miserable for a thousand flights in case one of them goes wrong. I just don’t know if that’s worth it! I’m built to not survive crashes. At 6’7” I’m in so much danger of getting stuck I should just be getting as drunk as I want. I could be totally sober, wide awake, three adderall deep, in an empty row, covered in vaseline and still not make it out of my seat if that plane crashes; and that, my friends, would be the true tragedy. If I’m giving up sleep and booze then I want a fucking guarantee I’m surviving that inevitable crash. Anything less than that sounds like no deal to me. I'll take my two hours of tossing, turning, neck cramps and a flaming demise any day.