I've always had a love-hate relationship with flying. I am not really afraid of dying in a plane crash. I am more concerned with surviving a plane crash. I know, I know the odds of a plane crashing that I am on is like 1 in 11 million, but I don't like odds.
1% of women have an ER c-section. I did.
1% of the population have Celiac. I do.
3% of the population has Ledin Factor Five. I do.
3% of the population has Ledin Factor Five. I do.
1% of the population has a chance of getting hit by a tornado. I have been in THREE (different) houses that were damaged by tornadoes.
Many people carry the Cystic Fibroris gene, but I carry the really rare one (which in LJ's case is a very good thing).
So despite my fear of odds, I will fly again. I will continue to live in a state with serve weather. And I will probably want another baby at some point.
But wait, isn't there some statistic about being one in a million to win the lottery? Maybe then I would like my odds.
So despite my fear of odds, I will fly again. I will continue to live in a state with serve weather. And I will probably want another baby at some point.
But wait, isn't there some statistic about being one in a million to win the lottery? Maybe then I would like my odds.
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