Everything Will Be Fine

We are making a trip from Dallas to Palm Springs for a national powerlifting meet. In the Phoenix airport, our layover stop, we are about to board. I point out a small plane outside the window that may hold up to 30 people. “Oh, hell no!” my mom says. She has always been a little scared about planes, but the larger planes don’t worry her nearly as much as the smaller ones.

“You will be fine. It is only an hour flight,” I say. I hear all the time about people being scared of flying, but I keep in mind that it is so much safer than driving. Planes do not scare me at all; in fact I love them. My mother continues to freak out and constantly jokes around about how she is going to kill me for dragging her along. We finally get to our seats on the plane.

When we pass over a few mountains, not far from Palm Springs, the plane starts to shake a little bit. I can hear my mom whispering something under her breath from across the aisle. As I lean towards her, I can barely make out what she is saying. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! She looks over at me and I tell her that everything is going to be fine. After approximately 15 more minutes, we are safely on the ground in Palm Springs.

“I told you that we were going to be fine,” I say in a slightly sarcastic voice.

“Thank God,” she says.

After our stay in Palm Springs, it is time for us to head back to Dallas. My mom, again, is not too thrilled about the flight. Luckily, it is a much smoother trip and we make it back with no trouble at all.

See, Mom, everything was fine. Why don't you ever listen?

 

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