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Aerophobia-The Fear of Flying
Apprehensive and panic-stricken I practice assuming the crash position . While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes like a beacon, foretelling our demise, cool beads of sweat form on my forehead. A paralyzing anxiety washes over me. My knuckles are chalk white as my hands grip the armrests. I try to swallow but my throat is dry as dust. I frantically push the bell to summon an attendant. I need water…..anything! She appears looking concerned and I’m impressed how calm she remains in such a dire situation. My knees tremble as I once again examine my seat, ready, should I need it as a flotation device. Feeling uncontrollably trapped, my chest tightens, my lungs scream for oxygen. Suddenly the plane lurches, the engines roar, then silence. Oblivious to those around me, terror has me tight in her grasp. A pounding headache tortures my disconnected thoughts. A sudden wave of imminent diaster engulfs me. Assuming the worst, I close my eyes and pray for a miracle. In response, comes the ominous announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be taxiing to the runway momentarily, we apologize for the delay.’’
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