I remember a friend once told me before I boarded my flight to Iran in the 70s: “Relax! If it’s not your time, it’s not your time. BUT,” he added as I thanked him for making me feel better, “it could be the pilot’s time.”
I’ve always hated flying into SFO. It’s terrifying for a “white-knuckler” like me. I’m flying to Oregon in 19 days on Alaska Air, and of course the flight stops in SFO and comes in on that freaking, terrifying runway. So close to the water you hold your breath until you feel the wheels touch down on solid ground. Then you’re still tense until you hear the brakes take hold and don’t relax until you feel the plane come to a stop. I wonder if there is an airline that flies non-stop to Oregon.