PLANE CRASH BODY LANGUAGE
Business executives, tired folks in over night lay over’s, and elegant women in stilettos sat elbow to elbow. Soon we'd all be bonding as one in fear of a plane crash.
LIKE ANTS, PEOPLE SCURRIED THE AIR PORT TUNNELS
In a vast airport I strode in grey Yoga flannels and gold flip flop sandals. Only the lap top computer case slung on my shoulder gave me any common link with the high profile exec types around me. I gratefully took a seat. Row upon row of faces eyed each other. It seemed everyone searched for some one similar in dress and economic status to sit with. Just as on Keen, I smiled and spoke with anyone who smiled or needed one. Behind us, like ants, a sea of strangers scurried up and down tunnels leading to plane gates. Once found, they sank gratefully into empty chairs. Feet tapped and fingers drummed as the call for their plane and destination were announced.
THE CALL FOR PASSENGERS TO LOAD
The call for passengers to load our plane began. Privileged first class passengers with supple leather computer cases, suits and stiletto heels were allowed to board the shuttle plane first. Next women and children headed down the canopy covered tube that led to the plane. Finally we the people of domestic simplicity entered the plane filling the back seats.
To pad my self esteem I envisioned myself an elegant Hollywood star, posture straightened, eyes ahead, a smile on my lips in search of window seat 8-A. When all were seated, the low hum of the plane motor reved to full throttle.
THIS PLANE IS GOING TO CRASH!
My stomach fluttered. Something was terribly wrong. The motors were too noisy. Every part of my intuitive being felt I should run off that plane. But what if I was wrong? Did I sense a missing rhythm in the vibration of the plane? And why didn’t the pilots hear it? Why were we coasting faster and faster down the run way? Good God were we really going to fly? The male steward described the seat belt, the air bags, and how when in the case of a crash we could put our arms in the side handles and use our seat cushions as a float device. As he spoke I smiled compassionately, trying to ignore my gut feeling.
SUDDENLY THE PLANE TEETERED & ENGINES SCREAMED
The plane reached full height above the clouds within 25 minutes. I fly twice a year. I know the feeling of “Air Turbulence.” The bucking of the plane when it enters air pockets is a familiar sensation. There is no danger. In this case the plane was having problems staying straight. The motor choked, missed and sounded as if it were ready to explode. Worried expressions shot across the faces of the passengers. Rich or poor, we all knew something was terribly wrong. People began taking their eye glasses off. I still have no understanding of this gesture. Maybe it was a preliminary move to keep lenses from shattering into eyes if a crash happened. No one screamed. It was quiet strangling panic.
MY EYES WILDLY SEARCHED FOR A BUDDY IN A SEA OF STRANGERS
Since I traveled alone, I found myself searching for someone to buddy with in case of an emergency; …if nothing else I searched for someone to hold my hand, or stare into the eyes of in common bond of inevitable horror. The man across the aisle held my gaze. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR PLANE IS EXPERIENING MACHANICAL DIFFACULTY. WE BELIEVE ONE OF THE GEARS IS MISSING. WE’RE HEADING BACK TO THE AIRPORT.” In a car, 25 minutes into a journey with a mechanical problem one has the option of a shoulder to pull over on. A plane can kill all aboard in the same situation. Cell phones offer one option; to say good bye.
DYING WITH DIGNINTY?
"Do people in plane crashes scream all the way down? Or do they go into shock?" I thought. I determined I wanted to die with dignity. I lost reality of what was real or a movie. My body stiffened. The plane shimmied and shuttered, roared and sputtered. Blessedly, within 25 minutes, the plane thumped and screamed to a land. Quickly everyone composed themselves. The bond within the plane vanished. The potential plane crash did not happen. The pilot apologized. The men in suits grabbed their leather computer cases from overhead compartments.. The women in stilettos rose and clicked out of the doorway. Except for a few comments, it was as if a shocked embarrassment occurred. One by one each person left the plane, walked quickly down the airport halls and disappeared to their new gate ways.
THE INVISIBLE BOND OF A CRISIS
As I sit in my house now, safely giving Intuitive readings for people from all walks of life, I wonder how many catch their planes and sit silently in airports. Would they be stony cold at the appearance of a woman in grey flannel yoga clothes and gold flip flop sandals? I wonder if they could ever imagine she may be the Psychic Life Councilor they call when in crisis. How wonderful the common bond of a tragedy can make us. How quickly we forget to be warm once our problem is gone. The invisible boundaries of a Psychic Phone Advisor phone line can be as bonding as a plane crash
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