Airplanes do dangerous shit the higher they fly. Several ballsy U.S. Air Force pilots discovered this in the 1950s. There was a secret project underway testing the limits of aerodynamics at high-altitudes. A fighter pilot would fly his jet towards the sun until the plane would skid like a stone thrown across the face of a lake. The atmosphere would then throw it into a violent spin, sending it plummeting towards Earth like a fallen angel. Each time, the pilot would panic in a desperate attempt to regain control of the plane, intensifying the calamity and, finally, crashing into the Earth.

One day, a pilot by the name of Chuck Yeager was knocked unconscious when the plane began to gyrate. When Yeager finally came to, the plane had reentered Earth's denser atmosphere and slowed its whirling. Yeager was able to then steady the plane and land it gently on the runway.

The standard practice for regaining control of a rogue plane at high-altitude became "sit still and do nothing". When our lives feel out of control, our natural reaction is to regain control. Many times, this makes matters worse. Instead, we should pause. We should breathe. We should do absolutely nothing. Until, the answer becomes obvious.