Flying back from Chicago we experienced the worst turbulence that I’ve ever been in. At one point as the plane dropped what seemed to be two thousand feet, I screamed and grabbed Andy’s arm on my left and the random stranger’s arm on my right. As the plane rolled, jerked and plummeted, I whimpered, clutched at everything and held my breath. When we finally hit the tarmac I thought we were still thousands of feet in the air. Since I wasn’t aware that we were on the ground I was sure that the plane was breaking apart and we were all dead. It didn’t take me long to figure out that wasn’t the case but those seconds were especially terrifying.

As we were getting up to deplane everyone was laughing and exhaling. I put my sunglasses on to hide my tears turned to Andy and said, “Everyone one else on this plane is crying too, right?” He said, “yes, everyone else on the plane is crying.”

I always thought that I would meet my death with wide open eyes and a fierce strength. Interesting. I guess you learn something new every day. Cindigodotcom…..not as hardened and tough as she imagines herself.