Most of the time when I'm working, I'm completely unaware of what is going on. Completely. I know how many people we have onboard, I know who is acting suspicous, I know who has the funniest hairdo of the day, who is cross-dressing (if I happen to be on a flight from burbank to vegas on a friday night, you always have cross dressers), and which parents have absolutely no control over their child.
But then you stop, and take a second, and peer out of one of the porthole windows, down into the 40,000 foot abyss, and you really get a reality check of what truly is going on.
I'm sure we all mumble it under our breathes every now and then. "I'm in a hundred thousand pound...wait..who KNOWS how freaking heavy we are, floating upon air 40,000 feet above the earth...what am I DOING???"
Just the other day I said this to myself. I felt like a prop on one of those ANCIENT tv shows where everything is strung up by a wire. "We're just sitting here...floating..."
The Miracle of flight is just that...a MIRACLE. Goodness knows what was going through the minds of the Wright Brothers as they barrelled down a grassy runway in a rudamentary structure they had just built in the garage...hoping that SOMEHOW they could get it into the air. "BUT HOW DO WE GET DOWN??" wonder if that ever crossed their mind.
As a typical 737 takes off it can weight a staggering 150,000 pounds. (hey guys, lets fly this OBESE TANK! YEAH!)
Occassionally, upon taking off, you can hear the joints and hinges of the plane creaking and groaning. You can see passengers, eyes wide and wandering around the feusalage, worried about a complete aircraft dismemberment. I've heard it so much, I just smile. "Shes got some arthritis."
I've never been on a jumbo 777 or any other massive international beast. I've fairly sure the awe of that thing taking off is just..well...nerve racking. ;)
Anyways, I had one of these moments the other day, and I felt like I would share. Thanks!
Maybe sometime in the future: "Miracle of a 25 minute turn."