Many years later, I was a passenger on a commercial airliner on final at O'Hare Airport in Chicago. A terrific thunderstorm over the field caused the aircraft to violently shake and bounce us about the cabin. The violence terrified a fellow passenger, a lady seated by the window (I always chose aisle seats). She had in her hands a rosary, feverishly praying. I was surprised smoke wasn't rising from those hands.
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