I extend my right arm high, attempting to adjust the air. Yes, as always I’m cold, but it is becoming a tad bit stifling in here. I am on the plane heading back to NC from NY where my childhood best friend got married and I just couldn’t miss it. I notice the other passengers around me becoming just as antsy as myself, we’ve been on this plane for an hour already waiting for clearance to take off. Finally we’re off in the air, the gentlemen beside me closes the window shade, I rest my head back and relax thinking back on the festivities of the wedding weekend. Typically, this is my time to sleep, in the past I couldn’t even stay awake for take off, but this time the excitement has me wide eyed. I hear the chime go off letting us know that we’re permitted to turn on our aircraft approved devices, so I reach for my kindle. Shortly after I find myself completely indulged in this new book I downloaded which I can’t seem to remember the title of right now. Suddenly, we start to experience a little turbulence, no big deal…..I have flown more than enough to where that doesn’t freak me out. I look toward the front of the plane to check on refreshments, I’m beyond thirsty and of course I had to throw away my bottle of water and refused to pay $4 for another. It should be about time we get some peanuts, pretzels, a soda or something. Turbulence again…………this time it lasted longer, the flight attendant is seated and buckled up, our seatbelt signs are back on. Even at this point I’m doing OKAY, it wasn’t until that God awful dip we took, that felt like the floor had been snatched away like on the tower of terror that shook me. At this time it seemed the plane had speed up and the plane was chaotic. The gentlemen beside me had opened the window shade to my left which preceded the screams of the other passengers because at this point our upper bodies hovered over our seat belts as it felt as though the plane was going down. I look around, look forward, looking for anything that says we are going to be okay to only find tears rolling down some faces, eyes clenched tight on others, hands grasps tight on the arm rest and the flight attendant buckled and on the phone. I hear my own pounding heartbeat racing along with my breaths. Is this really happening? I thought, I’m going to die, today right now, I began to pray and pled with the Lord to spare my life as well as the lives of those on this plane including the one that this accident was intended for. After what seemed like eternity the plane leveled out and the turbulence stopped. I continued to pray until we landed, no one ever came on the intercom to apologize or explain the experience. The flight attendant never picked up the phone to make an announcement to us, nothing was said. Once I felt the friction of the wheels hitting the landing strip, I was beyond relieve and GRATEFUL for an answered prayer. Many people missed their connecting flights, I battled with the decision to stay in Detroit and figure out how else to get home, or run clear across another building to get to my next departing terminal. Is this now playing Russian roulette with my life, I was sparred once, but now getting back on the plane was another story. So I called mom, how good it was to hear her voice as she prayed with me and calmed my spastic emotions over the phone through the airport as I ran to my next flight just as they were making the final call. This flight was bigger, brighter, no turbulence….and best of all I made it home. My nerves were still bad, but boy was I glad to be home, to see my family, touch my children, all of which was on the verge of being gone. Sunday, after this experience an old song was ministered and what as reminder it was straight from the Lord. This one is for you Saints, never forget it.