PAULINE D. LOH CHINESE WHISPERS
messages with a “airplanes are statistically safer than cars, mom”.
I know that. But in the wake of bad news, flying becomes an emotional response. On that trans-Pacific flight this week, every little tremor that shook the plane had me convincedmy last moment had arrived.
Even safely on the ground, I had the hotelTVchannel constantly tuned in to the news, and stayed logged on to several social media sites to get the latest updates onMH370.
My imagination ran wild andmy trepidation was fueled by all sorts of rumors and conjectures that came crawling out the woodwork.
We were all afraid, not sure if the flight had crashed in apparent fair weather, or if the plane had been hijacked, or had become the target of a terrorist attack. Debris was spotted on the sea off Vietnam. Some prankster even posted a picture of a plane that had crash-landed on the ocean.
All were later proved unfounded, and friends and relatives of the missing went back to the trauma of hoping, praying and waiting, frustrated by the inability to find closure.
Sadly, the trauma would have been less if they knewfor sure.
For the rest of us who have to continue our journeys, fears old and newcontinue to plague us against all reason. Sometimes, though, it is those who wait for us at home that suffer the most.
“Be waiting for you to come home,” my normally recalcitrant husband messagedmejust before I got on boardmy flight, and added a heart sticker. “Safe journey, mom,” my son’s text message lit up the phone screen right before I switched it off. Contact the writer at email@example.com.