As most of you know I went on my first trip for work last week. As most of you also know I don't like to fly (Aimee says it's a control thing, I think she's right). A few summers ago, I refused to fly to California so we drove for three days through scortching heat of New Mexico and Arizona. None-the-less, this trip we flew out of Austin to Houston, then to Charolette, we did the same thing on the way back. I learned that flying isn't near as dangerous as I had previously thought, hence the following story.
The conference was an opportunity for me to evaluate the new materials and equipment that will be available soon. I had to sit in on a lot of lectures, very informative lecutres though. On this particular day we were to ride a bus for a thirty minute trip one way to the headquarters of the company who was putting on the conference. There, we would see their new equipment and material in action. Well....as we left to return back to our hotel (in the bus) I quickly realized it was rush hour. The abrupt stopping, accelerating and swerving made me fear for my life. I thought I would not make it home to see my family agian!! I closed my eyes and prayed to my dear Jesus to deliver me form the jaws of death and rush hour traffic. After this I could not wait to get on the nice quiet comfortable plane we there would be no stopping, acclerating or swerving. I was able to review and organize my notes in peace and quiet. I called Aimee after that bus ride and told her that we need to check into flying more often.
You know you live in the country....
14 years ago
