I love flying, however when I fly through a storm and turbulence it makes me re-think my love of flying.
When we flew back from Europe not too long ago, I tried not to think about going down in the Atlantic.
I recall flying into Denver once in a snowstorm. You could look down and see the street lights through the snow. A lot of shaking. Snow. Low altitude. And, the pilot seeming to be battling the wind. It all made me think I would never fly again. Then, we landed safely.
I still like to fly. But, in the back of my mind I always wonder "What if..."
Regarding the New York crash -- what a shame. Looks like it was just one of those things. Ice, and other factors.
As mentioned, it's probably the safest way to travel, but I doubt that many people get on board a plane without at least a little bit of fear.
