By Erika Armstrong
“Ladies and gents, welcome aboard your flight. As you step onto my airplane, take a brief look into the cockpit. Yep, that’s me sitting within the captains’ seat, and that’s my first officer guffawing approximately how he by chance locked himself out of his resort room. bare. Again.
We’re either a bit ripe from flying for the final 5 days, yet we’re nonetheless smiling simply because we have now spent years and millions of hours education and dwelling an unusual way of life to be up the following for you.
For the following few hours, you'll want to flip your lifestyles over to us. It’s demanding to belief others, and there are moments should you don’t have a decision approximately being up to the mark. in the course of these moments, you’ll simply need to tighten your seatbelt and belief that others gets you thru the storm.
Our course at the present time will take you thru a section of my existence up within the air, and you'll see belongings you might by no means think. for the reason that i've been locked within the cockpit with males for a number of millions of hours through the years, i've been given a standpoint few get to adventure. that can assist you see a distinct standpoint, too, i'm providing you with a list to exploit as we movement alongside our path. it's going to take you from gate to gate, and whilst we’re performed, we'll have either discovered a bit extra approximately what it takes to fly.
Now…just chill out and chill out. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
Erika Armstrong has labored each point of aviation in her twenty-five years within the undefined, together with a global company airline captain. She is an award-winning employees author for Colorado Serenity journal and is a certified pilot columnist for Disciples of Flight, NYC Aviation, Contrails, Flying, LinkedIn, and enterprise Insider and is the landlord of cutting edge Aviation Consulting.
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A Chick in the Cockpit: My Life Up in the Air by Erika Armstrong