Originally posted by yo its meAfraid of heights, perhaps.
Why didn't you?
If my sister-in-law can learn to drive at 48, divegeester can still become a commercial pilot. But alas., It's the Chess Ratings Thing all over again I fear: he didn't become a pilot because there was something good on telly.
Originally posted by FMFOooooo you burn the divegester in his own thread!!
Afraid of heights, perhaps.
If my sister-in-law can learn to drive at 48, divegeester can still become a commercial pilot. But alas., It's the Chess Ratings Thing all over again I fear: he didn't become a pilot because there was something good on telly.
Wouldn't that be to not have fear of heights?
-Removed-Off the rails sounds fun, maybe you don't want to throw that away.
I mean, have you heard piolts talk? They're not having fun. It's like listening to Tony Blair comentate on what you know you'd be excited about, but he's pacing his sentence to hold your attention and his (he loved the camera that war crimmie).
It was a tiny burn! You bounced back :-)
-Removed-Hindsight is a wonderful thing they say.
But we are who & where we are because of where we've been & seen. As you know, I'm sure.
I could pick out a zillion regrets. I bet we all could. But there's no joy at the end of that road.
How great could flying really be? I mean your work station is cramped. You're in a tin. The meals were made & reheated. You're looking at clouds and sky all day (no trees). The air is full of germs. You land somewhere you can't sleep because its morning again already, you can't speek enough language to ask for your coffee the way you want it when you get to Iceland and you're 3 nights away, 3 at home- that pattern alone would mess me up.