Crashing

Today was a little bit intense for me.  I'm going to bed and I expect to sleep deeply. 

One of the conversations I had today was about fear.  Some risks we take on and we worry about.  Other risks don't seem to generate much fear.  I talked to a friend who had had a routine operation go very wrong; she was the one in a million who nearly lost her life.  Now she has to repeat the operation; she shrugs and says, I can't get scared about this.  Even though it seems to me there must be a visceral kind of fear that's hard to fight.

Something about her shrug made me tell her the story of the plane crash I was in three years ago.  For an event as scary as it was (I was in a small private plane, and we learned in the air that the landing gear was busted, so we knew we were going to have to crash land it.) there was remarkably little fear.  What was I going to do, jump out of the plane?  We had to land.  Crashing was inevitable.  I couldn't work up too much fear.  Anyway, remind me and I'll tell you the story of the plane crash one of these days.   

Comments

[Scully]

Wow! You were amazing as well.

I was engaged to a pilot, and because of the things he taught me, I'm very calm in a plane, because I know panicking does not help in any way.

But I still hate flying. Hate it hate it hate it. So I take Ativan so I can go to Paris.

Wow, what a story. I'm very glad you're both okay.

Is he still your friend?