Way back in the eighties I was flying from Sydney to Hobart in a small aircraft ( beech Baron ) . The weather was pretty poor with rain and low cloud but my crew and I had to be there that day so we took off asking for storm information from Sydney Tower, sorry, radar out at the moment was the answer.
Full power and take off and we were in the clouds in seconds, instrument flying only, luckily the Pilot was my flight instructor and a very cool unflappable chap. We got to 1500 ft and suddenly we started going down at 3000 ft per minute, raising the nose only reduced the airspeed bringing us close to a stall. I remember watching the altimeter winding down until it got to 300 ft., house roofs appeared through gaps in the clouds and were very close and I was expecting a painful end.
My thoughts which seemed totally rational were not uttering prayers , all I could think of was my Wife and two Daughters were going to be financially secure, thank goodness I listened to my Accountant and took out a policy which covered me for all eventualities.
All of a sudden we were going up faster than any Baron has ever climbed and four minutes later we were above the clouds looking down at a beautiful layer of blinding white which matched all of our faces, it turns out Sydney had vectored us into a microburst and we were lucky that we flew from the centre to the updraft before hitting the ground.
Someone asked me did I believe in God, I suppose the answers no, I could be wrong....