My Goal

Commercial Pilot.

Such a small word that has a humongous meaning.

[To me that is..]

During my Elementary School years, all I ever wanted to be was a golfer.

Sunny Skies, Beautiful Green Grass, Golf Carts, etc.

Everyone got sick of me bragging about wanting to be a golfer constantly.

It wasn't until the 6th grade, when I took my very first flight to Ukraine.

The intense diversity at the international airport was crazy.

I didn't hear no English or Spanish in my ears.

It was something else that sounded more amazing[cause I dont hear it often].

Dutch,German,Polish,Arabic,etc.

The sight of seeing these huge things fly here and there gave me butterflies.

As much as I was excited seeing them fly by, I was even more excited to get in one!

The smell of brewing coffee and warm biscuts.

Hearing this swedish kid crying to his mum.

Watching Isralean women knit away.

It was like a whole world piled in one plane.

Lifting off into a higher elevation you'd expect to feel light headed, just as I did.

Going through mountains of white puffyness.

No matter how the weather was during the day,it's Always sunny above the clouds.

In golf, your stuck with whichever the weather is below.

Some planes have a built in TV with movies,games,a radio,etc. in the seat just for you, while other planes only have a TV that lowers itself for everyone to watch and a built in radio.

It all just depends on how long the flight is.

Whichever plane it was, I'd always listen to the pilot speaking.

[It was one of the channels on the radio where you can hear what the pilot is saying through his headset,not like a talk show or anything,just doing his/her job]

So when I was flying from LAX to PDX,of course,I was listening to the pilot speaking.

He was saying some number than blah blah blah and Southwest right?

I thought we were flying United Airlines.

I glanced out the window and this huge Southwest Airliner flys by like super fast!

And I always though that was dangerous?

BS,that shiets dope.

It was truely an amazing sight seeing.

So I figured,since being at a golf course never gave me butterflies,is commercial piloting the answer to my future.

Is transporting people across the blue sees and green,dirty land my purpose?

Apparantly.

When people ask what I want to be,I simply reply "Commercial Pilot".

Than the person wakes up from our dull conversation before and says