It’s hard to know what to do when your plane is going down.
There seems little point in screaming and carrying on like everyone else. What difference does it make?
So I decided not to. I decided to do something different.
I undid my seat belt, stood up in the aisle, raised both hands above my head and yelled “Yeeehaaarrr!” at the top of my voice.
The effect was electrifying. The plane went quiet.
So I did it again. Even louder this time:
I sat down, fastened my seat belt and smiled. There you go, nothing to worry about you wusses.
And I kept that smile, right up to impact.