For the longest time, I was afraid to fly. No amount of knowledge of the statistics or popular sayings about flying being safe was enough to convince me everyth

For the longest time, I was afraid to fly. No amount of knowledge of the statistics or popular sayings about flying being safe was enough to convince me everything would be fine. It still isn’t. What finally allowed me to fly at peace was watching dozens and dozens of hours of “Air Crash Investigation.” Damned be anyone who says exposure therapy doesn’t work. Now, crashes just seem annoying and commonplace, and I imagine that if I’m in a plane crash, at least there is some kind of beauty to be appreciated in the complexity of a sinking aircraft and the weeks-long investigation that will ensue. The crash is basically a testament to the beauty of the act of flight, and now I can appreciate that grace for all its risk as well.