November 28, 2013 6 Comments
I used to pray the rosary every time I flew.
I seemed to have been born with a fear of flying. I stayed behind at my grandma’s house when I was 10 while my family went to Mexico for a wedding because I was too afraid of the airplane ride. I took my first flight when I was 19, and I prayed the rosary every day for at least 10 days before it. I prayed it on the plane, secretly beneath the jacket over my lap, afraid I’d offend the Jewish friend I was traveling with. I prayed it every night of the trip, beneath the hotel blankets, in preparation for the plane ride home. And of course, I prayed it on that return flight. Read more of this post