The Human Factor...

Sitting in First Class, upon the aftermaths of a divine feed, I had gone into a dreamy half-consciousness, letting my mood flow forward - with soft thoughts as its escort!

However and, gradually, although a passenger enjoying the comfort of a spacious First Class seat , I couldn’t help but feeling totally helpless and, for the first time, nailed as I was, being constricted to a seat with belt on, had not only begun to stress me but had killed Morpheus brutally!

I knew the signs …

High above the Atlantic, between New York and Paris, in the middle of the night, some four hours away from France, while I had been offered a fantastic time to dream and in luxurious surroundings, my instincts were telling me something entirely different.

I had become acclimatized to night watch.

My well-adjusted biological clock had made no mistake.

No matter how much I had tried, the ramblings in my mind had made so much noise that my eyes had popped open whilst my heart pumping the usual adrenaline rushes.

Without further ado, the dreamy state faded away.

Slowly unbuckling the belt, quietly moving out in the aisle for fear of disturbing those who were mercifully sound asleep, I had opened the galley’s curtains with great care - knowing the crew was behind it, whispering to each other, taking a break.

Pointing to my glass - it had been filled instantly, no words uttered, only the tenderness of a smile…as a caring recognition.

Back to my seat, I had tucked myself in again.

With Champagne and a Camel cigarette - let peace come to me naturally, I thought.

Apart from the fact that I had been now fully awake in the middle of the night, realizing that I had altered my own clock and developed this mental awareness while working in flight, in order to survive through the temptations of a blissful sleep - I had found it awfully frustrating as a passenger. I had huge problems to calm down.

However - was it the “clock” the only one to blame?

Oh no - I had reasoned - as an unknown observation made its entrance …

Being “in control“ of so many souls, in such a restricted-space-flying-machine and humanly foreign environment, had changed me very much as well and I had shamelessly concurred with myself that I had fallen in love with - me!

So - while I had gained so much self-confidence working in the cabin and my whole posture oozed with it, I felt totally helpless and weak sitting there, desperate and counting the hours left to the flight with nothing to do - except light another cigarette or cogitate some more …

I had been given the ability, not the power, to interact easily with “my“ passengers and I had often found myself in strange situations when this attribute of mine - the extrasensory perception - had made me able to foresee a passenger’s wish - or anyone else’s.

However now, buried in deep thoughts, time had quickly ebbed away and without realizing it, we had been approaching Paris.

How would I foresee this future event?

Although the feelings that I had accomplished so much already in my life had made me so happy, now the family obligations had shown themselves in hordes, and these were nagging me with anxiety.

A test!

Would being “on top of the world“ in as many wonderful ways as possible give me enough courage to keep me in full control over – myself - or would my emotions take over?

Yes, a test!

                          “It’s Your Time to Rise above Today’s Bumps In The Road.

                             You Are Closer To Success Than You Think! “

                                                     - Billy Cox -