Imagine you are on an airplane and you hit a wind shear. The plane drops 500, 1,000, 3,000, 10,000 feet and still diving. At that moment, in my opinion, you have two choices: you can either start screaming your head off, release your bodily functions and stab your neighbor, meeting your destiny with a blank mind and soiled pants; or you can sit back and try to connect with that carnival feeling in you belly and just let it build a smile on your face.
In the end, at least you can say you enjoyed the ride. And who knows, the pilot might just pull it out, in which case, you won't have to finish the flight overwhelmed by your own stink.
Anyway, that's what I think of when someone asks me how I can take it America these days.
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