I travel often. And I have had my share of delays due to weather. I have sat at the gate during flight delays and watched while storms pounded the tarmac with sheets of unyielding rain. I've also flown through more than my fair share of turbulence because of storms. Sometimes it is uncomfortable, and maybe a bit harrowing, but I have always seemed to make it through, no worse for the wear.
Storms are often violent and destructive. Sometimes they spawn tornadoes that destroy entire communities. Severe thunderstorms may bring with them straight line wind gusts that topple trees and cars. Hurricanes can leave thousands of people homeless. When storms are approaching they are dark and forbidding. And even though we take the time to prepare for their onslaught, nothing we do can adequately prepare us for the ride they will take us on. So we prepare, and hold on tight.
When I was very young, I was terrified of large bodies of water including swimming pools. Part of my fear came from the fact that my mother was scared of water and always preached to me how I could easily drown if I wasn't careful around water. She was so terrified of water that even standing on a beach, far away from the shore, was extremely difficult for her. So, she passed that fear on to me at a very early age. It is very difficult to fear water if you want to be active and involved in organizations. For instance, I joined the boy scouts and when we went to summer camp, I would stand on the pool deck and simply watch as the other scouts had fun splashing about in the pool. For a ten year old it is a difficult thing not to be able to join in on the fun. But my fear of water kept me firmly planted safely away from the water. I was told at the end of the camp, that if I did not learn how to swim that future summer camp participation would be difficult and in fact, I would never be able to successfully progress as a scout because swimming was required. And so when I left summer camp that year, I thought I might never return. But then fate intervened.