I settled back in my seat of the airplane and let out a sigh. I was nervous. The man next to me asked, “First time flying?” I smiled politely. I had flown several times, beginning when I was four. I was now 27. “No,” I responded, “just a lot on my mind.” He smiled back at me and asked, “Traveling for work or pleasure?” I considered his question. I hoped to get a lot of pleasure from the trip. “Work,” I lied. I didn’t know...