You’d think that in our litigious, it’s-all-about-me society, we’d seen pretty much every possible selfish abuse of the justice system. And you’d be wrong.

Back in January, USAirways Flight 1549 completed one of the shortest flights in commercial aviation, departing New York’s LaGuardia Airport and splashing down minutes later in the Hudson River. Among the passengers onboard that day were Tess Sosa and her family. While everyone agrees that USAirways has done a good job of dealing with the needs of the passengers, Tess isn’t happy. Why? Because they won’t keep paying for post-crash therapy for her … and her 4-year-old daughter.

Relief over her family’s survival can’t undo the trauma she endured after the January 15 landing, during which she had to scramble over seats with her infant son, Damian, in tow.

Water rushed into the plane as she turned and saw her husband, Martin, sitting at the back of the plane with their then-3-year-old daughter, Sophia. She recalled her husband “in shock with my daughter being held up high, the water coming in, and hoping they’d see me.”

Another passenger “bear hugged” her and Damian and escorted them to the exit.

Today, Sosa still remembers how she felt that day: “the possibility, the imminent death, just waiting to see if the plane was going to plunge any further in the river.”

OK, let’s level-set: You and your family all survived the accident without injury, received $5,000 each from USAirways, who also paid for three therapy sessions, and you have health insurance. But that’s not enough?

Here’s where the “all-about-me” syndrome surfaces:

“I expect my family to be taken care of in the very best way possible, and I don’t feel like that’s happening when you’re balking at my claims to a therapist and you are setting limits on that,” she said.

I’ve got a news flash for you, lady – in life, things happens. Every day, people get on airplanes or buses or trains or cabs and some of them don’t come home. Yes, there’s a basic obligation to take reasonable measures to insure your safety, but this was a damned flock of birds – rather than flapping your greedy gums, you should be kissing Captain Sullenberger’s ass that you still have a family to worry about.

Or perhaps you’d like to switch places with one of the families on Air France 447?

Even when you know it’s coming, it doesn’t get any easier. Farrah Fawcett, who battled cancer for the last three years, died this morning in Santa Monica at the age of 62.

There are few entertainers who can claim the term “iconic,” but Farrah was clearly one of them. From her role in Charlie’s Angels to her record-selling poster, she defined beauty for the Seventies. Her decision to leave Charlie’s Angels after a single season was shocking, but paved the way for the paydays enjoyed by so many stars today. She showed a lot of young girls the way to stardom, and a lot of young boys the way to manhood …

Though her star never burned as bright as it did in the early days, Farrah was seldom far from the spotlight. In “Burning Bed,” she shed the glamor image for that of a battered wife who’d had enough. In her fifties, she posed for Playboy, and she was recently the star of her own reality show.

It is probably her fight against cancer that will define her legacy. Unlike so many who retreat behind walls of secrecy, Farrah wanted the world to see what she was up against. Documentary cameras followed her through her treatments and the downward spiral of her life, and she hid nothing – you saw the good days and the increasingly bad ones. When staffers at UCLA leaked her medical records to the National Enquirer, she set up a sting that ultimately unmasked the perpetrators. To the end, she was Texas tough, and Texas proud.

Make room, God – here comes another Angel.

UPDATE: And in related news, many media outlets are reporting that singer Michael Jackson has been rushed to the hospital after suffering a heart attack. TMZ is saying he died, but they don’t have to worry about things like fact checking. Won’t be surprised if that turns out to be true, though – you can only put your body through so much in one lifetime. Safe to say that wherever Farrah ends up, Michael won’t …