I loathe flying. I hate the process of getting to and through the airport. My least favorite part is the flight itself. I'm not scared of takeoff, landing, or flying. I hate being on the plane when its sitting still. I am the most claustrophobic person you'll meet. Airplanes are tight to begin with but having no control over anything worsens my condition. I had never felt claustrophobic on a plane until the Summer of 2005. Coming home from a trip to Michigan we were on a plane from Traverse City MI to Detroit. A 30 minute flight. That 30 minute flight took almost four hours due to computer problems that grounded us and kept us on the tarmac for three hours. It was hell. It was tiny plane and it kept getting smaller and smaller. I almost lost it several times. I knew I was in trouble when my wife turned to me and said she was about to freak out. If she was freaking out then I should really be freaking out. I got through that but it scarred me for life and I dread every time I get on a plane. I do like to travel for fun and I have to travel for work so I just try to get through it. I look forward to the day that I beat this fear....or get a private plane.
Until tomorrow,
Dave
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