Re-Writes..."Flight Of A Nova"

“you know it’s bad when you’re scared as soon as you hear the phrase, “you’re flying”. i think that maybe i wouldn’t have been afraid, as least not so much, if that airplane hadn’t just crashed last week or i hadn’t heard one crashed yesterday. in lexington. in kentucky. a state i just happen to be going though on my way home. and maybe i wouldn’t have been so scared if i didn’t tend to imagine the absolute worst thing that could happen, happening during my flight. but as soon as my mom said i was going to get to fly home, panic set in. immediately, thoughts of horrible death began to enter my mind. the sky was dark, the screams of frightened people filled the air, engines on fire, passengers getting sucked out of the airplane. fade to black. i won’t lie, during my flight, i tried to put up a brave front. but i was still on the stairs when everyone saw through my act. i was terrified. the window seat i was in provided me with a view of my mother standing in an airport window. i figured it was fitting for her to be the last one to see me alive since she was the one who got me on this death flight. and as we taxied onto the runway, my heart began to beat so hard i thought it was going to explode. it was getting harder to breathe and i didn’t think i was going to make it. thoughts of throwing myself through the window began to creep into my head. then the airplane started to rise into the air. getting out was going to be impossible now. i couldn’t calm down. i knew i was going to die. but to make a long story short, i spent the entire trip checking to see if my heart rate would go down. it never did. i looked out the window and glorious sights. sights only birds see. the majestic glory of the sky. but then fear crept back in and terror took over my body. i almost didn’t make it. but not because of a plane crash, i almost died of a heart attack.”

sometime in '00 or '01, i don't remember the exact date.