Since I live here in Berne, Switzerland, I admire the
helicopter pilot(s). I used to live right next to the hospital –
and the helicopter landing site. I can also watch them from work
sometimes when they fly construction materials through – or above – the city. These guys are my heroes to fly so precisely, to control something so fragile and agile as a helicopter, to pick up and deliver right on the spot in all weather conditions, wind, rain,
night,… – just amazing!!
helicopter pilot(s). I used to live right next to the hospital –
and the helicopter landing site. I can also watch them from work
sometimes when they fly construction materials through – or above – the city. These guys are my heroes to fly so precisely, to control something so fragile and agile as a helicopter, to pick up and deliver right on the spot in all weather conditions, wind, rain,
night,… – just amazing!!
Last week when I was having lunch in the hospital canteen, a helicopter pilot was sitting at table next to mine and I could watch his back while eating. I had to watch him all the time, so that I won’t miss his face when he would turn around eventually.
Finally when he was leaving, he did – AND: he was just a normal, ordinary, middle-aged guy. He would not stand out in a crowd. Without his uniform I would probably not even had given him as much as a glimpse and forgot all about him after two seconds but that doesn’t change the fact that he is doing an amazing job..
So new lesson learnt: you don’t have to look extraordinary to be extraordinary 🙂
