I’ve always loved to travel. I flew to Spain, Brazil, England…no problem. Then one day, I boarded a flight from Chicago to New York with a very important client. We’re talking about the project and working. But no sooner did we leave the ground than we we’re immediately deafened by the rush of wind in the cabin. No doubt about it…something is definitely wrong. We all know it. Nobody’s talking. Babies are screaming. Everybody’s praying and kissing each other goodbye. I shouldn’t be seeing this. Nobody should have to see it. I closed my eyes and thanked God for a good life. I prayed for my parents and my family. Whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen, but I don’t have to watch. Every cell in my body was screaming to get off that plane, but there’s no way out. I’m trapped. There’s nowhere to go. The captain doesn’t even bother make an announcement. We immediately turn around and make an emergency landing. Sure enough, somebody forgot to lock the door. The airline said nobody was hurt, so nor harm, no foul. But I was never okay after that. And this wasn’t the first time! Same thing happened on a flight out of the Bahamas. I sat next to a whole family, parents, kids and grandparents, who were kissing each other goodbye. Nobody should have to do that. I held it together for my client until I got to my hotel room. But I was never okay after that. Flying isn’t really my problem. The door being open was a totally avoidable problem. I got on one flight and found a crack in my glass. They ended up grounding the plane over it. Airline maintenance sucks. Cost cutting kills. Every time I take off, I’m convinced we’re going down. And believe me, it is not a quick death. When a plane is in trouble, you have LOTS of time to agonize over what’s about to happen.