By Erika Armstrong
“Ladies and gents, welcome aboard your flight. As you step onto my airplane, take a short look into the cockpit. Yep, that’s me sitting within the captains’ seat, and that’s my first officer giggling approximately how he by accident 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've got spent years and millions of hours education and residing an unusual way of life to be up right here for you.
For the following few hours, you might want to flip your existence over to us. It’s not easy to belief others, and there are moments for those who 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 path at the present time will take you thru a phase of my lifestyles up within the air, and you'll see belongings you may by no means think. given that i've been locked within the cockpit with males for numerous hundreds of thousands of hours through the years, i've been given a standpoint few get to adventure. that will help you see a unique standpoint, too, i'm supplying you with a record to take advantage of as we circulate alongside our course. 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 company Insider and is the landlord of innovative Aviation Consulting.
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A Chick in the Cockpit: My Life Up in the Air by Erika Armstrong