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The doors have closed and my seat belt is buckled tight. Flight attendants are rushing to close the overhead bins. I feel a lurch, and out the window I see the terminal recede as the plane taxis toward the runway. But I don’t really notice any of this. My chest is pounding. My stomach is a churning pit – I’m nauseous. My shirt is drenched in sweat, and I can barely breathe.

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[Source: Small business news - CNNMoney.com]