I Wanna Hold Your Hand
I was catching a ride to work on Friday with my good friends at Southwest airlines. I was able to get a seat in the cabin rather than having to sit on the extra “jump seat” in the cockpit. I know that airline seats can be very uncomfortable but the cockpit jump seats are torture. I settled in between two women and we all tried to hunker down in the sanctity of our “space.” After takeoff and climbing through what was probably 10,000 feet, the airplane encountered some turbulence that made several passengers scream, including the poor women to my left. She had a look of utter panic and looked at me for some kind of support. I was in my uniform. I told her that what just happened was no big deal and that as long as I wasn’t screaming; she had nothing to worry about. Just then the airplane bounced hard and she started crying. I reached out and took both of her hands in mine and she gripped them like they were a pair of winning lottery tickets. She started to tell me how scared she has always been of flying and that she flies every week. I just listened as she told me her story. When the turbulence stopped, I let go of her hands and listened some more. I realized that I was listening to a very nice human being, who like most of us just wants to live a good life and get along. I heard about her family and job, her car and friends. She lives in Sacramento but likes New Mexico. Before I knew it, the rushing sound of air over the landing gear was filling my ears. At the gate in Los Angeles I got off and she went on to another destination. I will never see her again but her “thank you” kept a smile on my face for my redeye to Florida. Be Safe, FlyGuy.