Apparently, you are statistically more likely to be struck by lightning and killed playing golf than in an aircraft accident (although saying that, I don't know of anyone who's kicked the bucket on the fairway, yet too many who've gone to the crewroom in the sky. Who makes up these statistics?) I reckon if the Grim Reaper had ever watched me play, he'd have put me out of my misery long ago!
I don't think about it unless it happens to someone I knew and even then it doesn't cross my mind to give up flying. If we gave up everything that was dangerous, there would be nothing to read about in the papers or watch on telly! I fly because I love it and it makes me happy. If I die happy, doing something I love 20 years before my time, is that not better than dying dribbling and reeking of wee in a care home?
Don't think about it, maintain a sense of humour (you'll need it), and always stay within your limits. Life really is too short to worry about how it's going to end!
Now, can we get back to some petty bickering? Someone start an argument!
