I’ve been on hundreds of planes, beginning at the age of two and turbulence has never been a concern of mine. In fact, turbulence just makes me sit back and wonder if I’m satisfied with my life. It feels like in the blink of an eye, the plane can have some sort of engine malfunction and plummet back to Earth; turbulence, while not life-threatening, reminds me of how delicate life is.
Last night, while flying over Jamaica on route to Argentina, we experienced some pretty violent turbulence. The kind that makes my pilot-aspiring brother nervous. I held is sweaty hand and told him we’d be fine… the irony! A wanna-be pilot who’s nervous while flying.
I don’t mind the turbulence at all until I get caught off guard in the restroom when the plan begins to shake and suddenly dips in a pocket devoid of air. One thing I have always said is that if I go down on a plane, it’s meant to be, but I absolutely refuse to die in an airplane restroom! 
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