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The stress, the anxiety , the fear growing up inside everyone mind consume you little by little... Natacha did a mistake today, she was too stressed, unable to focus, it went so fast, the stall, the spin ,the sky turning around her very fast, the indistict shouting voice in the headphones.
As she was feelt the panic rising, she closed her eyes and repeated mechanically the procedure to get out of the spin. After few seconds that seemed like an eternity she took control back, but she was too low, way too low...Β As she could hear the noise of the tree tops on the wings the entire plane shook very hard, if it was not for her seat belt she would have been tossed like a ragdoll to every side of the cockpit. A loud noise of crushed metal echoed in the forest, bounced on trees and faded in the wilderness.
As Natacha started to realize what happened she was sitting on a log. How did she survived such crash ? how did she managed to get out of the cockpit ?
" I guess today is not the day I die..."
As the thought reached her mind, a chill went down her spineΒ she is entirely trembling, she is in shock.
Today she outlived her mistake, but what about next time ?