“Passengers and crew, the
airplane is ready to take off”, announces the pilot. Something moves inside of
me, as soon as I hear the message. Am I excited? No. Happy? Impossible! Maybe
nervous and afraid, probably so anxious and fearful I can’t do anything.
The safety belt sign turns
on. My level of adrenaline may be as high as the airplane will be in some
minutes. The plane approaches the runway. I start counting slowly: 1, 2, 3…
We’re going faster and faster and faster, my heart beats faster too.
Suddenly, I feel weightless,
ungrounded: the airplane is flying! I take a long breath.
You may be asking right now,
why am I so nervous. The answer: the last time I was in an airplane, the pilot
had a little accident and some difficulties with a tropical thunderstorm. Since
this episode, every time I have to stay more than two hours inside a vehicle or
something, my face goes white and I freeze.
Then, I say to you, my dear
reader, that you’re wrong. The time you feel more nervous is not the time you
live the danger. That’s why the last time I was in a plane I wasn’t nervous,
but afraid. And I have never felt so nervous before in my life than right now,
while we’re landing.
It doesn’t matter if you
count until 1 000 000 000, or close your eyes and think you’re in another
place, start to sing, watch a film, start to pray or sleep.
The moment you feel more
nervous is the time after the danger, when you go through the same situation,
and realize it can happen again.
Happy holiday!
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