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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Definition of a phobia

I flew to Los Angeles yesterday.

The first half of the trip was uneventful, but during the second half the plane hit some turbulence. When the captain told us to fasten our seat belts because of "a little chop ahead," I got a feeling of dread, and when the plane started to shake, my palms got sweaty.

I've been in worse. And when I looked around at my fellow passengers, none seemed concerned. They were engrossed in the movie, or reading, or sleeping.

Nonetheless, I found myself wondering, would I rather be on a plane trip where nothing happens other than some turbulence, or be in a car accident at, say, 35 miles per hour?

I actually decided I'd rather be in the car accident. Afterward I'd be more angry, as there would be financial consequences, but at least I wouldn't have to experience that crippling fear.

Umar and friends haven't exactly helped cure me of this phobia.

Not looking forward to the return flight on Monday.


Anonymous said...

I'm pleased to hear you made it out west without any problems. Give my best to paul and let him know we wish him the best. Don't sweat it about Umar and his friends, between you and your sick twisted freak of a son I'm sure you both would be able to handle any situation that arises. Have fun, enjoy the sun and have a safe trip home.
Mad Dog

John Craig said...

Tom --
Thank you. I just passed along your greeting to Paul and showed your comment to my son, who got a big grin on his face when he saw it. As you probably realize, that's high praise for him.