When I was a child, I was in a plane crash with my family. We all survived, but the event left a mark on me. Thirty years later, I still engage in a mental tug of war during most flights, and become a serious white knuckler anytime there’s turbulence.

Thoughts of this childhood event surfaced after reading a recent post by James Chartrand, who shares this fear, but to the severity of being unable to fly at all. I could have chosen to let my fear rule me too. What I experienced as a child was quite real, and very scary. But I had to come to grips with the fact that not every rough flight was going to end in disaster. Easier said than done.





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