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The captain’s on the speakers saying, everyone stay calm, which is exactly what everyone isn’t doing. Nothing like a scratchy voice on an intercom to communicate peace and tranquility.
Out the window, there’s nothing but dark clouds and the more-than-occasional lightning burst, lighting up the cabin.
People bustle. Mom’s containing children, pretending that everything’s okay and calm. They’re the pilots, and their children are about as receptive and believing as the rest of the flight.
The flight attendants strap in. This is always a sign for me. My father traveled a lot and always said that if the attendants buckle up, something’s going down. I always thought it was melodramatic. Yet another time where my father was right.
The plane drops down, we all crash hard against our seats. I’m wondering if it’s too late to let the attendants know I hate flying. Probably.
There’s a flash of light, most likely lightning, and the plane goes black. Smoke ekes its way into the cabin. A door crashes open, and a flashlight waves around, screaming for everyone to remain seated.
“We have just been struck by lightning, and we are going to have to do an emergency landing. Please remain calm.”
People ignore his request and an explosion of commotion begins. Yelling, screaming, crying, praying, all in the dark. I look out the window, but there’s no city below us. We’re going to crash into the ocean.
The funny thing about knowledge of the end is that you question what to do with it. Do I shout and let everyone in the cabin know that we will most likely die in this crash? That even if the pilot can keep the plane from doing a nosedive, the momentum of the plane will tear the plane apart? Or, do I keep it to myself?
A man behind me made the decision for me. I hear the click of his seat belt, and feel his hands pull on my headrest. He shouts above me, “If you all don’t want this black darkness to continue for eternity, you should accept Jesus in the next few minutes.”
I don’t know how many people this man brought to Christ with his quick, cheesy sermonette, but the plane hit the water. A fireless explosion tears the plane to shreds, and all I see is light.
Beautiful light.
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