Max the pilot
Cuckoo!
Max sent me pictures the other day from a flight to Sweden we did 6 years ago, and asked me if I remembered.
Do I remember?!
Is there sand in the desert?!
One of the previous flights we did before this one was a terrible experience for us with wild turbulence and screaming stewardesses crawling on the floor while the bar cart went up in the air.
So when this flight ,mentioned by Max, started to feel a little shaky I called the flight attendant to get some external help to get Max calm down...
'The stewardess arrived and just told us to wait a minute and disappeard.
A minute later she came back with the captain.
He then invited Max to the cockpit ( without mom).
An hour later Max returned, full of confident and "know how" and with a smile from ear to ear.
Ever since, whenever he is riding a dancing plane, he digs out from his memory bank what he learnt during his experience in the cockpit and happily distributes his knowledge to the rest of us shaky family members.
That pilot will forever have a safe place in my heart.
That pilot's uniform hat will forever remind Max of what tremendous impact a nice talk "man-to-man" can have.
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Anna
Sådan underbar historia och så liten han ser ut, är det bara 6 år sedan? Trygga fina Max❤️
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Maria Lacik
mormor
Vilken liten tuffing. Att tiden går så fort, du är helt ljuvlig Max.Med dig vid spakarna hade jag nog inte varit rädd
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Maria Lacik
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