Happy Valentine’s Day, means a special day to share with your loved ones.
Recently I read a true story about a son who took his mother on an airplane ride. She lived in northeastern Alabama and had never been more than 20 miles from her birth place. So a flight from Atlanta to New York City was quite the experience. Now that is love!
Here from “All Over but the Shoutin’” by Rich Bragg.
“We sat in first class, in the front row. That was when my momma asked me the first of what I estimate to be one million questions.
How big was it? How many people rode on it? Where did they sit? How many pilots did it take to fly it? Did I reckon they was any good at what they did? Were we moving yet? Could we feel it move? Had I ever flown in this plane before and did I reckon it was a pretty good one? Would we see a movie? Would we be flying over water?
Was it supposed to make so much racket just rolling on the ground? How did the man flying the plane know where to go? How did he keep from getting lost above the clouds? How high would we fly?
What keeps us in the air? “ (edited)
How many of you have had similar questions, even when it was your 10th flight?
I remember a flight years ago, going from Pittsburgh to Roanoke Virginia in a very small plane. I just kept telling myself I was on a bumpy road! ‘Cause it sure was a bumpy ride!
Do you remember your first flight or a one with a story you would like to share? Flying in a metal tube 30,000 feet above the earth is not very comfortable in anyone’s mind.