A frequent flyer when I was a kid, I was always in awe and a little in love with the handsome pilots in uniform that I saw walking past me in the airport. They seemed so confident, striding through the terminal with an air bordering on arrogance, while the stewardesses with their perfect smiles and modelesque figures seemed like celebrities walking on a runway.
I wanted to be one of them. Not one of the pretty stewardesses, but one of them - the flying elite, the pilots.
Years have passed and so do dreams. Looking at all the news regarding the missing flight MH370, my heart goes out to all those on board the flight and their family members.
There are many who are starting to blame the pilots of MH370 for being incompetent and useless, but put yourselves in their shoes and you might have a different perspective. I imagine this situation is every flight crew's worst nightmare, something that will haunt them for the rest of their lives if they manage to survive while others didn't. For some passengers, it might have been their first flight; for others, it might have been their n-th time on a plane, same old same old. We never expect things like this to happen, (almost) literally a bolt out of the blue.
It's been 3 days since the plan went missing. Now it's hoping against hope that MH370 and all onboard will be found soon.