We will be taking off in less than 48 hours for a flight to visit family, and I am sure I am going to die.
I love flying. I always try to get a window seat so I can observe the distant ground slide underneath us. But in the days leading up to any flight I begin to feel apprehensive. And there's always this sense of foreboding that some terrible thing will happen to the plane, it will depart controlled flight, and we will all be smashed into bloody shreds shortly thereafter.
This fear of flying thing is a real pisser.
