Who knows what the path of life will hold for us? Not even a crystal ball or fortuneteller can answer. To get through this sometimes rough road called “life,” I have personally found that you must have faith in your own personal strength, pursue your dreams hoping they will become your reality, and never give up. Dreams are what reality is made of.
At the age of 17, like many young women, I had been mesmerized on a flight to Europe by a stewardess. She looked like a goddess to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked through the cabin performing her duties, impeccably dressed, coiffed, and manicured. My stay in Europe was for three weeks and all I could think about was the flight home watching another stewardess in action.
At the age of 19 I was in my second year of college and not sure what my major should really be. All along I had in the back of my mind the desire to be just like the stewardess I had observed two years prior.
I decided to embark on the application process to the airlines. I pursued this painstaking process for three years, and back then there were no computers, no email, and all forms were obtained by hand-typed letters and the snail mail service.
To my surprise I received five requests to be interviewed.
I was well versed in every airline I undertook, their stewardess colors, their routes, etc. I made sure, when presenting myself at an interview, I was dressed in their colors to look as close to being one of their own.
Letter after letter of rejections came to my mailbox. Year after year I continued my pursuit until I finally realized I must lack something that prevented my acceptance.
This was a devastating reality. I stopped sending out applications and pushed my deepest desire, my passion, deep down inside me and went on with what life was to bring to me without the airlines.
My future careers, from the age of 21 through 50, all related to customer service. Whether I was a receptionist or in management, I always dealt with the public. During this time period, I got my three boys and later divorced.
Life was hard – I was financially devastated, overwhelmed with massive responsibilities. I reminded myself every morning to keep my faith in myself – that I could be successful in anything I pursued – but the reality of my suppresseddesire to fly was still ever present.
Unfortunately my responsibilities as a mother came first, not what I personally wanted to fulfill for myself. My three sons WERE my life, and so it went on.
Eventually, my first two sons had left for college. When my third son was approaching high school graduation, in the spring of 2005, I had just left a company that did not understand compassion for their customers.
In January 2005, I watched a TV program called Airline that depicted the everyday happenings of Southwest Airline’s travelers. They profiled a flight attendant (not “stewardess” anymore), a 50-year-old widow living alone as all her children were grown and had left home. She said she loved working with people and needed to get out of the house.
She said she had seen an advertisement for a Southwest Airline open house for flight attendants. She decided to attend and see what the position entailed. After going through the extensive application process, to her surprise, she was hired and sent to training. Because of her exuberance and excitement for the job, I realized that she was the same age as I was and if she could get in, so could I! And so it began again.
It took three months for the locally based airline to have an open house in my area but I was ready to go. This open house took two hours, and no matter what they said about any of the “torture” I would experience performing this job, I didn’t care. I knew from the time I decided to go to the open house that I was going to be a flight attendant. I knew I wouldn’t fail and this was it.
Two days later, I received a call for a second interview.
One week later, I was back doing the infamous“airline interview,” but I wasn’t nervous this time. I knew the path I had traveled through life had prepared me for this endeavor.
My final phone call came the next morning at 9 a.m. This was the end of March 2005, and I was in training in Memphis, Tennessee, the next week.
Enduring a three week training program, which included a massive amount of studying, evacuations, testing, and watching fellow classmates being sent home one by one, kept my emotions strung out so tight I felt like a rubber band ready to snap. But despite all of this, a special bond was created between those who survived that torture.
While in training, on April 26th, I turned 51 and on April 27th, I took my final exam – in uniform – and passed.
Graduation was a very special event. The moment my flight wings were presented to me, all I could think about was how hard I’d worked for 30 years to be able to have these wings. I realized that the mottos I had lived by my entire life had served me well.
I am still a flight attendant today and have been enjoying every minute for the past 5 years. I realize that I made the right choice by leaving a job I hated with a passion to pursue a “last” career that would fulfill me, and I could say I truly loved – besides, I won the uniform I had been waiting a lifetime to wear.
2010-12-28 13:38 编辑：kuaileyingyu