I used to be terrified of flying. I would spend the hour before boarding in the loo, watch the crew throughout the flight in case they looked worried , keep my coat on I wouldn't speak for the whole flight (my poor DH who loves flying might as well have been traveling alone). Nowadays, whilst it's not my favourite thing to do, I'm sort of OK with it. I have forced myself to do it and have seen so many lovely places, that I just get on with it. I even did the flight to New York for DH's 60th which I never thought I would do. My son-in-law, who is a big strapping 6ft footer, used to be so terrified that on one flight the stewardess asked if he would mind if she put a blanket around him as his shaking was unsettling the other passengers, is now OK with it and is in China on business as we speak and travels the world for work. I was on a flight somewhere once very scared and there was an elderly lady next to me who tried to speak to me and I couldn't answer. I said I was scared and she said 'there is a great world out there dear, don't be afraid, see it. I am travelling with my friend because my husband is scared of flying. It's sad.' I can understand the fear.