All of a sudden, I saw everyone grip forward and grab their seats with two hands. They screamed, I screamed. They cried, I cried. I heard someone yell, “Oh shit!” and I swear to god I thought it was a nightmare.
But no. It was 100% real. Holy shit. As I grabbed the young dude next to me all I could think was-Mommy. Daddy. My brother. Z. Mr. Photography dude. Sidekick. Heart. Prince Player. Harris. My readers. I should have told my mom “I love you” before I left. I should have gave my dad one more kiss when I said “see ya later” to him at 3 in the morning when he was sleeping and I had to leave for my flight. I should have wished “Z” a happy birthday before I got on the plane instead of waiting until I got back. I should have told “Heart” that even though we’re not close now, I will forever be grateful for the love he gave me. I should have told “Prince Player” that- well I don’t know what the hell I should have told him but I’m grateful for whatever we had too. And hell. Mr. Photography dude and Sidekick, I should have told them how lucky I was to have them in my life!!!
But finally. After what seemed like the longest 30 seconds of my life, the plane stopped jumping back and forth and we made a safe landing. But in St. Louis….Jesus.
One of my good blogger friends Paul always says that my life is like a novel or movie. Tell me about it. There is never a dull moment in my life it seems.
I was flying back to Chicago today after my grad school tours in Colorado and Texas. It was a fun tour I ruled out Colorado because for some reason, it didn’t really feel like a good fit for me anymore. I went to see the Texas school with my parents and although I surprisingly liked it…they seemed to have changed their minds :0 They both suddenly realized that BU has a better program and they want me to get the best education I can. Even though it is more expensive and far away from them. My dad said as long as I find a job, he will let me go there. So, I’m going to take a visit up there soon and see for myself.
So after touring and resting in the beautiful weather, I was excited to come back to Chicago. It is a very busy week for me with events for my club, scholarship, and a Psychology conference. I kissed my dad goodbye and he planted me with a sleepy kiss and told me to take care of myself. My mom took me to the airport and she told me to relax for a bit since I finally have options and we kissed each others cheeks.
I happily went to my gate, got on the plane, and like most passengers- went to sleep (it was a 6am flight). About 2 hours later, I wake up to a very loud panicked pilot’s voice.
“PASSENGERS. WE NEED TO MAKE AN EMERGENCY LANDING”.
As the plane kind of ducks down, I hear everyone gasp and I almost start crying. And then the plane makes a really loud scary sound and did what I said earlier :0 And that is when I hung onto the dude next me and everything happened in a heart beat. It was so serious (as I mentioned earlier) that I was just waiting for those oxygen masks to fall. But at last, it ended and we were down in no time.
Right before we land, I see everyone pulling their phones out already to contact their loved ones. I do the same. My mom. Brother. And Mr. Photography dude. I’d tell “Z”, but it’s her birthday and I didn’t wanna ruin it. I don’t tell my dad because I know he’ll freak.
The pilot announces that we are in St. Louis and we had to land because a passenger was losing consciousness. I thought that was fine because…hello…as a future healthcare professional we’ve got to save lives. So the paramedics come and gather the passenger up immediately.
An hour later, as we are still in shock and still sitting on the plane- some passengers still puking from the turbulence or whatever it was, the pilot announces that something happened to the plane during the unexpected turbulence, and a mechanic has to fix it :0 And since we were in the middle of no where, on some random runway, we could not go to the St. Louis airport and relax there.
The flight attendants sympathetically brought out cookies and water. We were stuck in the airplane for 6 hours and most of us didn’t have breakfast. As the hours flew by, I made friends with the dudes next to me and thanked them for letting me grab on to them. They laughed and said it’s okay and we all reminisced about how happy we are to be okay.
My mom calls in between. “You okay?” she asks. I know she means emotionally, and not physically. This is not the best situation to put an anxiety/ADHD patient in.
I smile. “Yea I’m fine. Was just shooken up. Need some fresh air”.
Then it was Mr. Photography dude. “Oh my god! What the fuck! Are you okay? I’m cancelling the meeting tonight!” he says.
I laugh and tell him the same thing I told my mom. “I’m really happy you’re okay” he says. I smile. Me too.
Finally, after the plane takes off to Chicago, I try to sleep for the 35 minutes I have. I land in Chicago 10 minutes before my class is supposed to start. I sigh. I was supposed to land hours ago and was going to use that time to catch up on my sleep before class. But I smile because, all the passengers on my flight were safe and we were able to rescue that person who was sick.
I go straight to class from the airport and keep yawning the entire time. I pass out as soon as I get back. When I have slept the crazy day off, I call my dad.
“I heard you had an adventure today Shahz…”
I laugh. Count on my dad to bring out the humor in this situation.