Im Anna, a small-town-librarian, who loves to fly, but I wasnt always so brave about it. In fact, not too long ago, I began all of my flights with a death-grip on the armrests, praying my head off. This irrational fear led to a bit of fun with George, and several months later...a LOT of fun with Sean.
It all started, one quiet afternoon at the library, which is when I usually do a little personal research on the Internet. I happened to come across an article on therapy for nervous fliers, so I decided to give it the old college try. The basic idea was to meditate on something (besides eminent death) during take off. MY something, was a tropical Island swim. It felt safe, and was busy enough to occupy all five senses, which the article said was important.
On my next flight, I actually tried this while sitting next to George, the Pharmaceutical salesman. Id say he was in his mid forties, neatly dressed in a casual suit. With blue eyes, blond curls, and a soft mustache, he was... Læs hele novellen
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