He's a pilot for a very interesting airline. They don't fly you or I to Paris though most of their flights are international. They fly DC-10's, MD-11's, and 747's but you will most likely never fly them. Oh, they have human cargo (alive) but they tend to fly these big airplanes into dangerous territory (Afghanistan and Iraq just to name two). He's my guy.
I have known of several 'missions' when I should have been scared but I knew he was at the controls and he knows how to FLY an airplane (plus his psych profile for this particular type of flying showed that he only wanted to return home to me and our daughter...thus a safe flight)! That's the sign of a dependable pilot! He's my guy.
One time all the evidence pointed to the fact that he had been kidnapped [or worse according to the New York Port Authority (before the TSA)]. I cried for hours until he called. He's my guy.
One time he had lost all power to two engines and had 1/3 power left on the remaining and I thank God I didn't know until he called me to tell me his adrenaline-pumped story. He's my guy.
One time he was flying into very dangerous territory with no radio communication but, at the last moment of concern, was joined by military fighters to bring him into the airport. He's my guy.
He skydives, loves his Harley, and loves his family. He's our guy.
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