My dad repeatedly gives me a hard time about my fear of flying. I can’t explain how my mind plays out a horrific scene of the moments before impact with every turbulence that jerks the plane. This story just strengthens my resistance to flying.
Flying is O.K.
It’s when the aircraft stops flying and it’s still at altitude. Then there are real problems.
I’ve flown probably 200 times. There are only 3 times out of that where I was rather concerned.
I hear you. Mine, too.