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My plane nearly crashed as it was coming into landing. The pilot managed to avoid the fatal accident by, as my friend aptly described it, ‘putting the plane into first gear and slamming his foot on the accelerator’. We nearly died, so I wasn’t one for pointing out the flaws in this argument.
So, in those couple of frightening minutes, what was going through my head? A lot of people pray. A lot of people, when they think they’re going to die, turn to God for salvation. Even those who don’t believe: pray.
However, I was not praying.
After the initial fear building, I started to sing in my head. When the people around me were screaming and crying, when mothers were comforting their children, and fathers were regretting that their life savings were about to go to their ungrateful sons, I was holding my friend's hand very tightly and singing Bright Eyes’, 'At the Bottom of Everything'.
I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t scared, because I was. I was really scared. I didn’t want to die; I didn’t want to crash and get injured. In fact, I didn’t want to crash and not get injured. I doubt I would have been able to get back on a plane if I was involved in a crash, and I just had to get back to the same holiday destination next year.
The fear is like something you’ve never experienced before. You hear people saying planes are safe, you’re unlikely to crash, and if you are going to crash it will be on take-off or landing. I felt like all the terrible stories were about to come true, I pictured my face among others surrounded by bunches of flowers and teddies on the crash site being shown on the 6 o’clock news.
I realised after we landed that I was crying. I held onto my friend's hand until we got home, safe. She told me that when she thought we were going to die, she was glad that we were together.
The worst thing about the almost-crash was that once we’d aborted the first landing there was a ten minute period before the pilot was willing to attempt another landing. Nearly crashing is bad enough in itself, but when you’ve got to re-live the whole experience?
That has you in pieces.
A part of me wishes I’d followed my heart and stayed in that gorgeous country that I had fallen in love with.
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