I've flown back and forth to London a number of times over the past several years, but yesterday's flight to Newark will always remain vividly in my mind.
At about 6 hours into the Continental flight, everything was fairly routine - people were watching movies, listening to iPods and sipping their various beverages - when all of a sudden the plane started to shake violently. Turbulence is not uncommon when flying over the Atlantic but the concern in the pilot's voice could not be ignored: "Everyone get back to your seats and fasten your seatbelts - we are experiencing severe turbulence!" he shouted.
If that wasn't enough to make my stomach jump, I was then grabbed by a nervous flight attendant who was holding on to my arm for dear life as she crouched on the floor. Her other arm was busy securing the beverage cart so it wouldn't go flying down the aisle.
As frightened as I was, I kept focused and talked her through the situation; I also started chatting with my seatmates to keep our minds off the unpleasant condition we found ourselves in. I even quipped that we earned ourselves some wine to ease our jittery nerves.
While I may have put up an encouraging exterior, inside I was quite worried. The flight attendant admitted that we were already past Newfoundland and the usual turbulent flight paths; so what on earth was this patch about?
For 30 minutes, we continued to shake and sway, much to my (and others' discontent). Even the burliest of guys looked alarmed as they held their heads and knocked their knees.
So would this be it? Was this how it was all going to end? And if it was, would the pilot at least be able to steer us above land so we wouldn't end up as shark food in the Atlantic?
I kept thinking of the people I needed to say goodbye to and who I would leave behind; I thought of all the things I had experienced in life and the things I still wanted to do.
All my loved ones came to mind and I held out hope that the pilot would land the plane safely so I could see them all again.
Thirty-five minutes later he did.
This blog is for anyone who's ever ridden on a scary flight unsure if they'd make it home again.