I was on another business trip, several states away.
My job frequently requires me to travel to meet potential clients.
I used to travel by road trip, but recently I have been going by plane. I boarded my plane without issue, and it was beginning to look like it was going to be a good day. As we took flight, I noticed there was a bit of extra turbulence but didn’t think too much of it. About 30 minutes into the flight, the pilot announced engine issues and they were going to turn back, and not to be worried. I started worrying, and very quickly, the plane began to shake rapidly. It felt like we were in the middle of an earthquake! The plane began to go down, hard. There was a mix of panicking and screaming people all over. My life began to flash before my eyes, and how my wife was going to turn on the news only to see that her husband died in a plane crash. I pictured her reaction, my family’s reaction and my funeral. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared for impact. But it never came. The plane stabilized itself, and we were flying normally again. The pilot said not to be scared over the intercom, but I didn’t believe them. The entire ride back I gripped on my seat like a never-ending rollercoaster ride. I couldn’t help but to imagine my old road trips of peace and solitude. Sure, I had furnace and A/C problems, but I would rather take that any day. In fact, the longer I am on this plane, the more I miss the old simple problems of just heating and cooling. I made it back alive to the airport, and decided to stick to road trips.