As a kid I was tough, I did anything and everything. But flying scared me. I was in Hawaii and flying was unavoidable if you wanted to go anywhere. My father lived in California so when I decided to visit him I also had to face my fear and fly over the ocean. My want to see my father had to be stronger than my fear or I may never have never had the chance to know him. It was after September 11th so flying was even more intimidating. But knowing my family was on the other end made it easier, so I took my first flight by myself to California. I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I the only thing I wanted was to meet my father and be with my own family. I went to my brother's grandmother, who I lived with at the time, and she told me that plans had already been made for me to fly over in the summer. I was excited to know I would be seeing my family soon but I was terrified to fly in the plane. My brother teased me and constantly reminded me that the whole flight was over the ocean. I was scared, I didn't want to do it alone. But I kept quiet and continued to countdown the days to my departure. It was the morning of my flight, the air was warm and the grass was dewy. I packed my things in the trunk and sat quietly the during the whole car ride. I was too nervous to talk, I could only think about the flight. I would be flying alone, there and back. I hesitated as we walked through the entrance but I thought of my father and continued inside. At the check-in counter they took my baggage and gave me a red and white striped pin. It was to identify me as a unaccompanied minor. B... ... middle of paper ... ...o the airport I cried because I didn't want to leave. But my family reassured me that I would be back soon. My dad walked me as far as he could go then we said our goodbyes. Flying back across, I didn't waste a second thinking about being in the air. My fear was no longer there. Now all I thought about was flying back again. In 3 months I was on another plane, moving to California to be with my family. I made the flight and received the ultimate reward: the love of my family. I could feel them around me and I would fly over oceans five times larger as long as I was flying home to my family. Had I not gotten on the plane I would have never known my father and I would never know the life I have now. Beating my fear gave me this life. Now I fly without a single nervous twitch. I couldn't let fear dictate my life, I over came it and was rewarded with love and happiness.
When I entered the airplane I was as excited as a 6-year-old could be about losing the people she loved the most. The greatest aspect of my fear was the idea of losing my mother. As a child, I always
Now that I am of age and gain a little bit of knowledge of aviation by taking this class I am completely positive that I want to become a pilot. I want to experience the thrill of flying around the world and also flying people there so they experience the same thing as me. I didn’t know much about aviation until this class and now I see I there is still a lot more to learn. I have just scratched the service. With hard work and dedication I believe this goal of mine will be obtain and conquered. Achieving this goal will complete my, “Intrinsic Motivations” of personal, making a difference in the world and satisfaction of doing a good job. Not only do I have my “Intrinsic Motivations” completed but also my “Extrinsic Motivations” of showing my
In 7th grade at the age of 12, a former-Air Force pilot came to talk to my school on veterans day about the rush and excitement he had while he flew an airplane. He said he had been in Operation Desert Storm and many practice exercises while he was in the military. I was sitting in the back row of the bleachers but I thought, he was talking directly to me. Ever since those few minutes while he told us his amazing story, i wanted to fly an airplane. A year later in my story I went on my first commercial airline plane to Orlando, Florida. While my family slept, I was wide awake. It was an unbelievable experience. I believe that I am a suitable candidate to have a seat on the Polaris Aeronautics class.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
My journey to Brazil it was just like a dream that come true, I remember when I decided to change myself but I couldn’t find what really would make me take the first step, so the journey to Brazil has done me a favor , it was the first step to what I really wanted to accomplish, I was shy and unsocial but in this journey I had changed ,I had started to talk with strangers and make friendships with everyone and that was inner challenge for me and I never
October 20, 2007, the day that I’m going to say goodbye to my hometown. I was born and raised in Philippines by my grandparents for sixteen years. It is heart-breaking to think that I will not see them anymore like how I used to. I was 16 years old, and it will be my first time to travel with my big brother in the airplane. Our trip from Philippines to Virginia is approximately about 18-20 hours. It is not a direct flight, so we have to change plane three times, and it is a long trip for us. I was crying the whole time when we were in the airplane. As soon as we reach our last destination which is the Washington D.C., we have no way of communicating with my mom and auntie because we have no cellphones. I was hesitant to
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able t o walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand，and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
This journey taught me so much that I wouldn’t have ever imagined. I grew from this experience mentally and I saw my parents becoming closer and regaining that bond they held with one another. This event taught me to be more appreciative with all the little things I have and made me realize that life isn’t going to go the way you want it to; you have to fight for the path to lead you in the right direction. I was brought closer to both my parents and my brothers. This event started new beginnings for this family, a new start to get things right because when I found out I would be moving to San Diego, I never would have realized the struggles I went through; especially when I was a silent voice in the decision.
I think it was at its peak from about the age of twelve to roughly
Personally, that I have been flying regularly for the last ten years. From just a few years before I joined the Navy in 2005, our family started taking their first trips by aircraft. Living on the East Coast, we could always drive to a fairly close location that would involve summer family getaway's, so passenger airline travel was unnecessary for the larger part of 16 years of my life. In fact, I had never flown on a aircraft at all until the summer of 2003, just a few weeks after completing 10th grade. My first flight was on an Air Tran operated Boeing 737, and I will never forget that experience. I gripped the armrests as if I was controlling the aircraft for most of that leg between Richmond, Virginia and Atlanta, Georgia. Remembering the smell of the aircraft not b...
When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to
I often wonder what my life would be like if I had taken a different route. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, August 25th, 2006. I was only eight years old when I was separated from my mother. That day was the beginning of my new life with my foreign father and unfamiliar stepmother. Prior to this, the memories I had of my father were very faint; I would only see him once a year when he would come to visit my brother and I. The journey I was about to embark on was not one of a few hours in a car, but overseas. I was leaving the only place I had ever known; the Dominican Republic to come live in Canada. That night, when I got off the plane, I knew my life had changed forever.
Taking that flight was nothing like the flights I’ve taken before. I had just recently celebrated my fourteenth birthday a week before being told that we were taking a trip. My dad wanted to surprise me for keeping up good grades in school. With my father working in the military and knowing a lot about other countries, I couldn’t have asked for a better gift. Went
I can still remember how excited I was before take off, I mean it felt like forever while we sat in the plane waiting to take off. Just all the anticipation that was inside of me had just made the wait even longer for me. Finally, I heard the pilot say 'prepare for take off'. When I heard those words I was so overjoyed I could hardly contain myself. That rush I got once the plane took off was an experience like no other. The plane ride was about hours long and I enjoyed every minute of it. Little did I know, that was less than half of the fun I was going to have at Orlando.