I have flown so many times I couldn't even count them. Don't like take off, don't like turbulence. Most flights have been pretty routine. Had one bad incident flying home from Hong Kong. An engine caught fire and the pilot had to dump all the fuel and we made an emergency landing in Anchorage in a 747 where the runway wasn't long enough but we made it. Had to spend the whole day in Anchorage so they could get another 747 and crew up there. Not much to do in that city at the time. Also flew to Japan which took 22 hrs because they had to circle because of so much air traffic. Had to land at an Army base and it was Saturday and the person who could authorize refueling the plane wasn't there so we waited for hours until they could find someone to authorize the fuel. Trust me there is NOTHING to do on an army base in the middle of nowhere.
Flying is fun, I love the adventure of each new airport and the gambling that my luggage arrived with me.
I did not receive my luggage twice but it was delivered right to my front door with in 8 hours.
I have gotten so good at this that I sit down, take a Valium and relax into my seat. I have frequently dosed off before we even left the gate and wake up in the sky. I am not a chatterer on planes and just keep my eyes closed and dream of warm sandy beaches with the sand be tween my toes and the sunshine on my face.
This is my private time, I paid for this seat and I want peace. You see up in that sky I am closer to my angel.
I imagine "Him" playing among the clouds.
Kitt, Co-Moderator: Anxiety/Panic & Depression& GERD Forums*~*