How I Cured My Fear of Flying – And By Fear I Mean Terror

That moment when the plane turned into the runway, when the engines flared and the brake was taken off sent me into a dizzying spiral of terror. Rumbling down the tarmac my hands, white-knuckled, gripped the seat, teeth clenched like I had lockjaw. I knew I couldn’t keep this up. There had to be a cure.

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