I have always been afraid of flying. Deathly afraid. That's a bad thing when part of your job--a large part--involves flying, many times a month. I've probably flown several hundred times in the past few years, and even though I'm still not a fan of the activity, I've grown used to it. Especially if the weather is clear. I usually have no issues.
I have a routine when I fly. I check the various weather sites several days in advance, I check http://www.turbulenceforecast.com/, I have to touch the plane before I get on it, I pray the same prayer before we take off, I prefer a window seat so I can see what's going on, I constantly look out the window, fidget in my seat, keep my seat belt fastened, and say the same prayer when we land.
I don't mind taking off or landing. It's the turbulence that gets me. Bumpy flights are my worst nightmare. I just can't get settled down. I just got into Nashville from Tampa. As most people know, the weather sucks all over the country. I'm one of those people who would rather have ATC cancel flights than brave the bumpy skies. I still have another leg to go. We leave in about 40 minutes.
This bumpy flight reminded me of a poem I wrote when I was a senior in college. It was my second published poem, and the first one I actually made money on. $3. I didn't really make the money because I still have the check in my possession. At home in a scrapbook of old writings.
I was about to include the poem in this entry, but I convinced myself otherwise. Tune in tomorrow for Part II of TRANSPORTATION TREPIDATION!!! (hear the words loud and echoing)...
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