Yeah, I thought about that overnight. My gut reaction (training) was from shock. I'm ok to call it fear (scared) and desire for survival. Whatever it was kicked in.
But the thing that bothered me was not wanting to get back on that horse yesterday...and maybe not today either.
Am I scared? I've never been afraid to die or get hurt in the past (and I requestioned that a lot in bed last night)...I raced cars and was an industrial volunteer firefighter and hazmat responder for a quarter century. I gave those up, but mostly out of duty to my young family at the time (and time management). When I started flight training, the family is older, we are financially fine, I thought that the reward was greater than the slight additional risk. But I think I am having trouble thinking about those that might be left in grief if I'm gone. I can fly to go visit my elderly parents more often, but I'm sure they would rather see me less often than not at all. Dang, too deep, sorry guys, lotsa introspection.