About 8 years ago I took a flight from Florida to New York, I was meeting up with my girlfriends for a week of fun in the city. The flight was turbulent, not ho-hum turbulence, this was way worse. There were piercing screams and people actually fell out of their seats in to the aisles. I panicked, I was cold & sweaty and my heart pounded so hard I swore everyone could see it, and that it may actually beat it's way out of me. Luckily, things calmed down, the captain reassured us, and I was in a state of shock for the next 2 days. I've since been told this was a panic attack, which then turned into a fear of flying, which was a drag since I've always loved to travel.
My friend Amber (yep, same name) gave me these little treasures one year for my birthday for good luck, and I've since taken them with me wherever I travel. They're always in my purse, and sometimes I'll dig in and shuffle them around for some sense of security.
Does anyone else have their very own Saint Joseph (The Saint of Protection)?