I went out to dinner with some friends last night and the conversation turned to airplane crashes. One of my friends, although she flies, doesn't like to. She'll drive everywhere if she could. She wanted to know since I fly a lot and usually long distances don't I worry about being in a crash? She kept saying that your odds go up the more you fly so chances are I'll be in a plane crash. I suppose that's true, but I drive my car everyday, I walk across my street every day and as of yet I haven't had a car crash or been run over by a bus. I would think my odds are much higher for those potentials. Anyway, it got me to thinking and it came to this- I am not afraid to die in a plane crash, I am afraid of the fear of waiting to die. The time it takes for the plane to fall out of the sky. I would like to go fast, without fear. Of course now that my friend has me thinking of plane crashes I came across an article of a Korean 747 that crashed into a mountain on approach to the airport in Guam, and I swear when I turn the TV on it's some disaster show about planes crashing or starting on fire, landing or taking off on the wrong runway. I still am excited to take my trip and I want to see more of the world, so I just book my tickets and hope the odds are in my favor!