When your sitting on a plane at 40 000 ft up in the air looking out the window, dreaming of your future and how bright it appears to be, or maybe just watching the drops of the rain being pushed into different designs from the force of the air at 400 mph. Well life feels good. It feels safe. Your seat belt is on and your feet are up. Then the oxygen masks drops, the plane jumps, snaps, jolts. People start to scream, babies burst into tears crying, people start praying, all in time to the overhead announcement that we’re going to crash. Right then as your life flashes before your eyes. You hear yourself say “God if you get me out of this one, I’ll stop_______ Or I’ll never_______ forever.” Right then the nose of the plane pulls up and the captain says “wow that was a close one, folks we’re OK, we’ll be landing in thirty minutes and we’re all safe and sound… Sorry for the scare.” That’s how getting hooked is and when the kick is over you can’t believe you ever got on that plane in the first place. The question is, will you ever fly again?