Our thoughts and prayers with the people of Minneapolis

The sight of that fallen is bridge is just so amazing and upsetting. I've never been to Minneapolis, but my heart goes out to everyone there waiting to hear word of missing friends and relatives. Anyone who has ever driven across a long bridge and had a second's thought as to the safety of the bridge is having a moment of thinking "there but for the grace of God go I."

Ed Morrissey and James Lileks live blogged last evening as they received news of the bridge collapse. Here's Lileks.

10:21 PM I’m listening to a story on the news about a man who survived the fall – then ran to help the kids on the bus. I’d guess the fellow never considered what he might do in such a situation. Never thought about it much. Who would? But then you find yourself on a bridge that’s crashed down into the Mississippi, and you’re struggling with the seat belt buckle. It works , but your hands feel thick. You’re alive – which doesn’t seem that odd, really, you’ve always been alive, so this is just different, but you have strange thoughts about insurance and a mad swirl of panic and there’s blood in your hair but you can stand – and then you see a school bus. So you go to the bus. Of course you go the bus.

Most of us would. It’s a remarkable instinct that wells up and kicks in, and it’s something you never expected to experience. As someone said about humans: We’re at our best when things are worst.

Would you have run to the bus? I'll answer for you: yes.

Blessedly, all the children on the bus survived the collapse. A few more minutes and that could have been an entirely different story.