"Strange how the change of circumstances transformed my thoughts," I thought as I paced nervously, "we made the plans and I couldn't back down now, how would I explain to Jenny that I didn't meet her because I was afraid to fly?"
I had been in the Royal Air Force and travelled many times, mostly by train or boat; the only times I had flown was out to Germany and both ways to and from Ireland; none of the flights were more than an up and over lasting more than an hour and here I was waiting for a nine hour flight.
I hadn't eaten for hours and the early arrival at the airport meant a long wait, all this added to my tensions about the flight; I was hungry and thirsty but dare not eat or drink in case I was ill on the flight. The flight wasn't due to take off until 7:30 which meant I had a six hour wait even allowing for the hour before take for passenger loading.
The six hour wait seemed endless, unable to sleep I paced the floors and glanced at the boards showing schedules and flights and wondered where everybody was going.
Then the strangest thing happened, I saw her. A lady who was the image of one of my best friends, this lady was walking along the lines of sleeping travellers. Her appearance calmed my nerves for some reason, I had tried all types of remedies but until now nothing worked. The flight went well and I had no problems with jet-lag as I don't have a pattern of sleep being a writer.
A few days after my return, I recalled a dream I had months ago about being stranded during a flight-good job I didn't remember earlier or I may have backed out and missed the voyage of a life-time.
The picture is one I took at Edmonton International Airport, Alberta, Canada on the first of my trips.