I can soar!

An infrequent flyer seeks God's help to travel without fear

Only twice in my adult life did I take a trip that required getting on an airplane. I'd convinced myself that I had a paralyzing fear of flying and, like everything else I was afraid of, avoided it at all costs. But then I thought about the solutions that I had come to believe were in a bottle of alcohol and concluded that if alcohol gave me the courage to live, to dream and to love, then it could certainly give me the courage to fly as well.

With my new confidence in booze, I planned a trip to Puerto Rico with a boyfriend. Along with planning the details of the vacation, I also... Login to read more
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