I live in a neighborhood of Chicago somehow "flooded" with pilots and flight attendants. I can't say why it is (close to downtown, but NOT
O'Hare), but there are flight attendants and pilots pulling their little bags home all the time.
Anyway, I've befriended a man who is a pilot for United. He has twins.
The fact is, I always saw him at the park or zoo with his twins and made the assumption he was independently wealthy or his wife worked, and he was a cool stay-at-home dad. Then I started chatting with him and found out he was a pilot and worked international flights just a few times a month.
That gave him the flexibility to be home with his girls.
Anyway, today at the Farmer's Market, I finally admitted to him that I was scared to fly. He has a wicked sense of humor, but he treated my issue very seriously. He told me that the next time I flew I should just call him up and he would try to take my flight or make sure he knew who had it and tall them to talk to me.
That was so unbelievable kind. We're just friends from the parks.
He also said, "Look. You know I always make it home," and pointed to his two daughters.
And that really got me thinking. This guy DOES want to make it home to his wife and girls. And he is not unlike any other pilot.
It was really, really a nice experience (even after coming home to the news about the crash in Madrid), so I thought I would share it with you.
No, I don't think I'll take him up on his offer. Well, I might ask him to find out WHO is flying my plane, but I wouldn't make him fly it. Nto that I have that power, anyway. : )
Oh. The funny thing? His name is Jack. So I asked him if I saw him at the airport and yelled, "Hi, Jack!" if I would be immediately arrested by airport security.
-eury
Anyway, I've befriended a man who is a pilot for United. He has twins.
The fact is, I always saw him at the park or zoo with his twins and made the assumption he was independently wealthy or his wife worked, and he was a cool stay-at-home dad. Then I started chatting with him and found out he was a pilot and worked international flights just a few times a month.
That gave him the flexibility to be home with his girls.
Anyway, today at the Farmer's Market, I finally admitted to him that I was scared to fly. He has a wicked sense of humor, but he treated my issue very seriously. He told me that the next time I flew I should just call him up and he would try to take my flight or make sure he knew who had it and tall them to talk to me.
That was so unbelievable kind. We're just friends from the parks.
He also said, "Look. You know I always make it home," and pointed to his two daughters.
And that really got me thinking. This guy DOES want to make it home to his wife and girls. And he is not unlike any other pilot.
It was really, really a nice experience (even after coming home to the news about the crash in Madrid), so I thought I would share it with you.
No, I don't think I'll take him up on his offer. Well, I might ask him to find out WHO is flying my plane, but I wouldn't make him fly it. Nto that I have that power, anyway. : )
Oh. The funny thing? His name is Jack. So I asked him if I saw him at the airport and yelled, "Hi, Jack!" if I would be immediately arrested by airport security.
-eury



