Say a little prayer
Fear gripped me as I boarded the plane in Malaga, Spain, with my daughter Grace, mum Sue and stepdad Maurice. The holiday had been glorious, but I couldn’t forget how my spiritual advisor had hinted for me not to go on the trip. I’d had a terrible dream, too, just knew that something bad would happen. As we took off, I prayed for our safety. Just then, the plane slammed back down to earth and dramatically swerved on the runway. Passengers around me screamed in terror, and when we’d come to a stop, the pilot made an announcement. ‘Another plane was coming into land directly in our path,’ he explained. His quick thinking had saved the day, but I also knew that the plane had swerved at the exact moment I was saying my prayer. I was glad that the warning had led to me taking precautions, but I learnt my lesson that day and vowed never to ignore one again.
I learnt a lesson that day