“Today is a good day to die.” I thought to myself. But in reality I wasn’t ready to leave this world. Pushing back the tears, I tried to focus on my game of Candy Crush. I clutched my phone, trying to slide the little multi-colored sugary sweets, back and forth, to reach the next level of the game. Somehow though, this diversion wasn’t working. The tiny screen turned blurry, my stomach tightened, and I started to sweat.
I put the phone in the magazine pocket in front of me. Locating the emergency procedures card, I placed it where I could reach it easily, just in case. I sat on my hands and tried to evaluate the level of danger. The paneling in the ceiling was still in place. The wings outside the window seemed rigid as they reflected the dull pink of the late afternoon sun. Yet everything inside the plane seemed to be in frantic motion.
The more I fly the worse my anxiety seems to get. My rational mind says that the plane isn’t going to crash, but something just seems to take over my body when the fuselage starts to shake. I can’t stop my brain from imagining the spiraling motion as I fall from the heavens to my death. I have tried everything: deep breathing, self-hypnosis, alcohol. And they won’t even let you smoke anymore.
Nothing seems to help me in these moments of extreme terror and turbulence. I have even tried to watch a good movie, to lose myself in the fantasy world. Whether it is Bridgit Jones, Blades of Glory, or Bond, I can’t seem to enjoy a film. The more intense the movie, the more intense my panic attack becomes.
In reality, I don’t think I have ever been on a flight that was seriously in danger of crashing. Last Christmas traveling from Atlanta to Stuttgart, the turbulence was so bad that for 3 hours the passengers and flight attendants were asked to remain belted in their seats.
Two years ago my plane from London to Stuttgart was trying to land during a monstrous thunderstorm. Unable to land as lightning crashed right next to the wings, the plane ran low on fuel. Eventually we were able to make an emergency landing in an out-of-the-way airport near the Bodensee.
Last week’s 45-minute ride from Berlin to Frankfurt had minimal turbulence, but I think it was the worst anxiety I have experienced to date. The flight attendants were still passing out drinks with smiles on their faces as I was reading myself my last rites.
According to an article from Popular Mechanics, there has only been one time in history where a plane went down due to turbulence. Some would say this statistic is no longer relevant because the design of the plane from 1966 is now obsolete. Today’s planes are built to withstand incredible pressure and force. A Boeing 777’s wings have been tested to withstand 154% more pressure than its designed limit load. See for yourself the huge amount of flex in the wings before they snap. And in most cases, when planes feel like they are jumping up and down, they are really losing very little altitude.
And then there was the recent incident in the air when 5 people were hospitalized when the United Airlines Flight 1676 experienced unexpected turbulence. Climate scientists say this kind of turbulence will be the new normal as our earth continues to heat up. “By the middle of the century, turbulence strength over the North Atlantic flight corridor could increase between 10 percent and 40 percent, and turbulence frequency could jump between 40 percent and 170 percent.”
I know that I can’t just stay on the ground the rest of my life. The road is more dangerous than the air. According to a 2013 World Health Organization report, “approximately 1.24 million people die every year on the world’s roads, and another 20 to 50 million sustain non-fatal injuries as a result of road traffic crashes.” What is the statistic for average deaths in the air? Based on 20 years of data collected by OAG Aviation, my odds of being in a fatal plane accident if I fly with one of the top 39 airlines, is 1 in 19.8 million!
What am I so scared about? Maybe it is the lack of control. I have no idea what is going on in the cockpit when I’m strapped into my tiny uncomfortable plane seat. Or maybe it is the speed (or lack of it) of the oncoming crash that I fear most. In a car, I could get slammed from the side and never see my death coming. But on a plane, I would be fully conscious and aware of the danger. I would feel it coming. I would have to wait, knowing that in a few minutes, it would be all over.
I fly twice a year over the Atlantic, and numerous times a year to places around Western Europe for work and vacation. I dread it. When I wake in the night, days before my flight, I slip into fits of anxiety that leave me in cold sweats worrying about falling out of the sky. Will this be the trip where I become this evening’s news flash? And yet, by some miracle, I always survive the flight with some story tell about the best flight attendant ever, a cool person I met while waiting for the flight, or the spectacular view of the sea and land from 30,000 feet up. Yes, today was a good day to fly.
How do you stay calm when the ride gets bumpy? Do you have a horror story about flying?