The first time I flew in a plane, I jumped out (and there was nothing wrong with the plane). The jumpmaster had showed a gazillion graphic pictures of ways I would die if I messed up. So while hurtling down from just below space at a billion km/second, I wondered “Would my parachute help me to cheat gravity?”
“So we take comfortandare encouragedandconfidentlyandboldly say, The Lord is my Helper; I will not be seized with alarm [I will not fear or dread or be terrified]. What can man do to me?” Chillax. God’s got you.