“It went dark,” Christine continued. “Storm clouds amassed around us, immersing the cabin in a strange kind of twilight. It was not quite light and yet not fully dark. It engulfed us, teased us and breathed fear into some and bravery into others.”
People in the plane were praying, while others were nervously talking or crying, according to Christine.
“I was frightened like never before in my life,” she added. “I wasn’t even able to wipe away the tears running down my face or move my head to look around. Plunge! It wasn’t over yet. Shake left, shake right! My head hit the window.”
The captain then informed the passengers that he was going to attempt to land again from a different angle, Christine recalled, and the plane gained height out of the storm clouds for an all-too-brief moment of relief.
“As the plane turned, my side lifted forcing me to look down to my left,” she wrote. “My husband faced me, our eyes locked and our hands interlinked. No words were needed. He was as scared as I was and yet we were together. ‘Until death do…’ No, don’t go there!”
As the plane shook “even heavier than before if that was even possible,” Christine felt herself transported “into a form of a trance,” while steadily holding her husband’s hand until the aircraft finally touched down on the runway.