My first memory of wanting to be a pilot was me standing in the backyard and looking at an airplane flying overhead; I think I was about 6 years old. I had never flown in a plane before and had no idea what it would be like to be up there looking down, but I was sure that I wanted to be the pilot flying that airplane. I eventually told my dad my grand dreams, but my fire was quickly extinguished. Dad first mentioned something about pilots being men, then he told me you have to be in perfect health, next he said the only way to do it is to join the Air Force after you get a four year degree and just told me it’s not a realistic goal. How did I react? Shamefully, I just believed him and spent the next 14 years looking up and wishing it could happen for me. During my senior year of high school I went to speak with a USAF recruiter. I told him that I wanted to be a pilot, but even he made it seem like it would be a long shot, especially for a girl. Again, I turned to wishing and dreaming and staring at the planes flying overhead.
I eventually met someone that told me I could learn to fly and encouraged me to do something for myself. I later met someone else who believed in me and wouldn’t let me give up. Fate has a way of sending people to you when you need them the most. They may not be actively in my life anymore, and that’s okay, but I am a much better person because of their presence in my life. I hope everyone has positive energy to send in the direction of their past, especially when that past is what launched their dreams.
Never stop looking to the sky, take a moment to throw some gratitude into the universe, and keep the childlike enthusiasm that pointed you down your path in the first place.