From 1990 to 1998 I traveled by plane 48 times. I NEVER had a problem with flying untill Flights 43 and 44.
Flight 43: I was on an old turbo-prop-cargo-converted-to-passenger bucket, St. Paul via Anchorage Alaska. Hit a headwind and the plane did a dive engines sputtering. The pilots were able to pull out at 4000 ft. ....we were lucky. It didn't phase me afterward all that much. Since, due to probability statistics, I would have a better chance of winning a State Lottery then being in "plane crash" situation again.
Flight 44: Anchorage to Prince William Sound. I was on one of those 2 passenger single prop planes. We were nearing the landing strip. There was a low fog, with decent visability. Pilot notifies me that he just got something over his radio, another plane in the area had lost all communications and no one knew where it was. In the distance, we spied a small speck dead center of the windshield. It was the frickin plane heading RIGHT AT US! My pilot pulls to the right, the "lost" plane pulls to it's right...near hit.
At that moment, I realized that "probability statistics" do suck, and experience over rules it. After that, I have had a serious phobia of flying. Flights 46-48 I had to take some *cough* MEDICATION *cough* to get thru those flights. Since 48, I haven't flown, don't want to fly...frankly....I don't think I'm going to get on a plane unless I really really have to.
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