When my mom was younger she worked at a traveling agency and she had to go by plane a lot.One time when they were flying, one of the engines exploded, the light went out and the plane dropped down a hundred yards. They managed to do an emergency landing.I think it was also on the news, I can ask my mom about the details and tell you which flight it was.
I was recently flying the Boston to Orlando route when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I asked my copilot to take the yoke for a few moments and told him I needed to stretch my legs.As I walked through the passenger cabin, I noticed a ruddy faced looking fellow in business class sipping a Jim Beam and Coke. As I passed his seat he glanced up at me and grinned a horribly devilish grin, exposing a set of what appeared to be filed teeth, honed to razor sharpness. His bloodshot eyes seemed to examine the very depths of my soul, and I felt as if he sought to compel me spiritually towards some inexorable and unmitigated darkness. Startled and somewhat taken aback, I turned and walked hurriedly back towards the flight deck, my countenance pale as a winter s moon.Upon returning to the cabin, I relieved the copilot of the yoke and sat for some minutes in somber and horrified silence. For the rest of the flight I found myself trembling slightly, somewhat disoriented by what I regard as a very close encounter with the Antichrist.GOD bless you-Captain Art Griego
Airplanes travel at about 800 km/hr (500 mph). If one tiny bolt comes loose it will rip a huge hole in the plane, and the blast of air at 800 kph will not only kill you instantly but will rip your clothes right off you.
Why would you want to do that to your poor mother? All you have to do is show her pictures of horrific plane crashes, no stories needed.