fear of flying

I used to enjoy flying to sunny places for holidays but after my brother being involved in a plane crash and the birth of my children I became very fearful of flying and had reached the point where it was impossible for me to fly. My parents had a house in Majorca and after a miserable winter my husband said that we were going to go for one month that summer and it was up to me to decide to go or not. My only option other than traveling by bus for 2 days alone was a fear of flying course, so I signed up for the one in Bristol Airport. I arrived very anxious but soon fell into conversation with another anxious lady and it turned out she lived in the village in Wales next to the one I had grown up in, it also turned out she was married to my first love (I did not tell her this) we got on really well and went into the room for the presentation. The key speaker was called Tim Lloyd, which was odd because my brother is called Tim Lloyd. Eventually we got to the airport and the security guard called me over and it was Sarah a lady I had worked with in a school for 3 years but had lost touch with. Got on the plane and sat by somebody who I did not know and found out she was working at a school with a good friend also. Flight went really well and got on the bus back to the conference centre and sat by a lady from Northern Ireland, chatted and I told her my husband was from Northern Ireland, eventually she realised who I was married to and she informed me that my husband Rowan had been her best friend through school but had lost touch when he went to university, she was over the moon and we have kept in touch. Lots of strange things happened that day and I am convinced they conspired to get me on that flight and to enjoy the sunshine. The husband did come and pick the lady up from Wales and we just smiled at each other and both mentally thought, how old we looked.