John Denver again

So I've been humming John Denver again - and rewriting.  Instead of "Leaving, on a jet plane.  Don't know when I'll be back again"  it's "Leaving, in a small plane.  Hoping that I'll be back again."  Our scheduled flight was for 9:30 this morning, but it was too windy so the plane didn't make it until 11:30.  I'm not sure which made me more nervous, the windy conditions of the day, the dead plane they recently shipped out of the village that met it's demise due to wind, or the fact that the plane took off toward the mountains.  (Really?  That's the only way to take off?  Where there is NO room for error, you either make it or you fly into a wall of death!)  Whichever was the cause of my concern I was already fully in prayer before we ever left the ground.  "Please, God, don't let me die today.   .    .  or be seriously injured .    .    .  Well, okay, if you have to choose between one or the other, obviously I'll take the serious injury  .    .    .  Well, I don't know, I guess that depends on the seriousness of the injury.  Death might be better.  If you could avoid both, I would really appreciate it."

Once we survived the ascent and were safely in the air I began to examine the plane.  Our pilot was very professional and went through the standard instructions about seat belts and emergency exits before we took off, something I appreciated, but which also made me nervous.  Since he had pointed out the emergency exit, I thought it would be best to read the instructions posted before an actual emergency arose to ensure a speedy response.  After reading the instructions four or five times I decided it was hopeless.  If we go down in the ocean, I'll just drown.  They really should have pictures beside the instructions for those of us who learn visually.  I can't make sense of the exit door instructions when the flight is going well, there's no hope for me in the event of a real emergency.  I wonder if they would be willing to start practice drills?