Do you remember the first plane flight that you’ve ever been on? I do, and it was an absolutely awesome experience that I’ll never forget, unless I get Alzheimer disease or dementia later in life. I never had any fear of flying ever, and from some stories I’ve heard from people who were or are, I considered myself to be quite fortunate. I recall the captain coming on the intercom and telling us about the weather, how the skies looked and what our flight time was looking like. I decided right there and then, I wanted to be the man on the intercom talking to all of the passengers before I flew them to their destination. There’s never been any doubt in my mind ever since, that I wanted to be a commercial airline pilot. When I was growing up, instead of playing with legos and hot wheels, I liked to put together model airplanes. When I got a little older, I got into flying remote control planes and I still enjoy doing that even to this day. I didn’t just want to fly, I wanted to understand the design principles and the mechanics behind it all, so I started with remote control planes. It was an expensive hobby at first because when you crashed your plane, it was almost always damaged to the point where you couldn’t fly it again until you fixed it. I’ve ordered so many model airplane parts that I’ve lost count but installing the new parts and fixing the engine issues when they came up, really helped to further stimulate my interest and understanding of flying. By the time I was ready to graduate high school, I was under a lot of pressure from my parents to go to college, I didn’t want to let them down but I was hell bent on becoming a pilot as quickly as possible. I wanted to go to flight airline training school instead of college and I was surprised that I wasn’t getting more support from my parents. I guess that they felt that I was obsessed with flying and that college would open my mind up to different possibilities in life, but what they didn’t understand was that I wouldn’t be happy unless I pursued my path. Initially, I started some initial flight training at a local aviation school doing classwork and flying in the simulator. When I ran out of money and couldn’t afford to go anymore, my parents saw how truly dedicated I was and then decided to start helping me out a little bit. They probably figured that when they were retired, they’d want to travel the world and having a son in the airline industry would be quite beneficial. I went on to get the 500 hours of flight time that I needed to qualify to take a A320 type rating course. This was going to certify me to fly five different kinds of medium- sized aircraft and would give me a good foundation to begin my career, then I’d move onto to get my 737 type rating.