



I booked a job as a photo assistant to India with a photographer I had never worked for and I can remember sitting next to him on a turbulent flight from London to Bombay gripping my seat, half praying I wouldn't die and half praying he wouldn't see me crying. In hindsight my fear of the flight back to New York kinda ruined the entire trip for me...which is awful.
This fear went on for about another year and then one month I had to fly transcontinental like 4 times in 20 days and that was it, it was gone. Really just totally gone. I wallow in this accomplishment and want to let you fearful fliers in on a big, big secret: buy an iphone and download Poppy Jump.
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