By now, I’m sure most of you have watched the videos and seen the interviews from the US Airways flight 1549 that crashed into the Hudson River last week.
I’ve seen a little bit of the video and some of the interviews. But I just can’t watch too much.
My name is Tammy and I have aviatophobia.
I am scared to death of flying.
Do I let my fear consume me and prevent me from boarding planes??
Do I load up on anti-anxiety drugs to get me from Point A to Point B??
No. But on my last two long flights I’ve had them in my bag. One hint of in-flight trouble and I would have guzzled them all.
I’m not exactly sure when or why my fear of flying began.
I’ve been a worrier since the beginning of time, so perhaps it’s the “what if….” factor.
I’ve taken physics, so I know how it works. But there’s still the mental hang up of a large heavy METAL object flying through the air.
I am “Type-A” and like to be in control, so maybe it’s the complete lack of control I have while riding in that seat.
From takeoff until landing, with every turbulence and turn, and each *ding* of the bell…. I am on the edge of my seat, my knuckles are white and my stomach is queasy.
Whatever the reason, I don’t like to be a passenger on an airplane. And the footage from last weeks crash just makes my fear more real.
Yet it confirms the presence of God’s hand in our everyday lives. It’s a complete miracle that all 155 lives on board were spared.
And props to the Pilot, Chesley B. Sullenberger III. Sir, YOU ROCK! And I want you to be the pilot on all my flights.
So, if you ever sit next to me on an airplane and I happen to step on your foot during the landing. Think nothing of it, I’m merely helping the pilot with the brakes!