I learned a couple of things that day. First, in any situation, emergency or otherwise, a pilot's primary responsibility is to fly the aircraft — period. This is especially true in instrument conditions. This is hammered home to every student pilot during training. I ignored this rule for just a few moments after takeoff and I nearly paid for it with my life. I was distracted by a faulty radar, but it just as easily could have been a busy radio or a dropped checklist. If I had been paying attention, I would have recognized the avionics problems much earlier and actively fought against spatial disorientation as opposed to finding myself completely terrified by it with almost no options left. Second, I learned the value of practicing unusual attitude recoveries. When I had to do it for real, there was no time to think and only time to react with habit patterns ingrained from countless practices in simulators and instrument training flights. Third, I learned the value of getting help from a calm and collected buddy. In my case, it was Feud 07, but it could just as easily be a copilot or radar controller who is able to render aid in your time of need. Keeping cool and methodically dealing with an emergency situation is paramount. Panic would only make it worse.