I was a teenager flying on a puddle-jumper from Maine to Boston. The passenger list consisted of me, two businessmen, and 8 nuns in full habits. Should've been an easy flight but we hit severe turbulence. I was calm until I saw all the nuns praying intently - really, really intently. I figured they knew something I didn't. That's when I got scared.

The nuns were wrong. We landed safely.