A Runway too Short

Ever feel like your life is a plane on a runway that is too short? I flew today. I flew Delta. I flew on a Comjet. I flew to Atlanta, and lived. Not the same for 49 people flying out of Kentucky. There had to be a reason our flight attendants were pale and nervous. They also didn't know that the plane took off on the wrong runway, which was too short, slamming the plane into the woods, bursting into flames, burning everyone alive, kind of like hell. I knew there was a reason I couldn't shake this feeling. Ernesto hits the Florida Keys Tuesday. Does the bad news ever stop?