A Picture & 100 Words: A Former Air Force Pilot Helped Me Conquer Aerophobia


Conquer the Fear of Flying

When I was six, my family went to San Diego to visit relatives. I had the aisle seat on the outbound flight, and my brother had the window. Seated between us was a fella who snored like a beached walrus. Naturally, we decided to mess with him. First, we removed his watch and put it on the opposite wrist. Then, we emptied the contents of a ketchup packet on his upper back.

Somehow, he didn't wake up. Had the guy been conscious, his in-flight experience would have been a bit worse.

I'd rather endure countless flights surrounded by Lucifer's offspring than relive my Vietjet Air experience. It ingrained a deep fear of flying—something I thought I would never overcome.

In my latest article, I explain how to conquer the fear of flying. Because it resonated with so many people, I figured I would share it with my newsletter audience.

Are you a fearful flyer? If so, here are a few solutions that can help, most of which I learned from former Air Force pilot Tom Bunn.

  • Request to meet the pilot
  • Learn flying facts and plane functions
  • Use the calming power of a friend
  • Avoid alcohol and caffeine
  • Use proven tools to regulate your CNS
  • Plan all in-flight activity


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