In 1989 , I was flying a plane using regular radar. We didn’t have the advantages of GPS and satellite weather then. I needed to penetrate a line of thunderstorms. When I asked the controller for permission to deviate and go around a storm cell, I didn’t know it was hiding an even bigger cell behind it. I did what pilots are never supposed to do - I flew right into a massive storm. The plane shook so violently I couldn’t read the instruments. Within seconds, I was jerked 1,400 feet above my assigned altitude. Words from my instructors went through my head, “ If you ever get into that spot, forget your altitude , and just remember your attitude .” The controller spoke calmly (like the Holy Spirit does to us in a storm), “When you can, turn about 15 degrees to the left. You should be out of the storm in four minutes.” Sure enough, I popped back out of the storm. You never read about me in the papers that day. Ten years later John F. Kennedy, Jr., piloted a fatal plane cras...