I find the notion that pilots should seek an airline career, and not finding that, consider themselves a failure, increadibly arrogant.
Perhaps if you think that only airline pilots are professionals, then yes, you might by right, skyline. Perhaps if you think that only pilots who fly for a major airline are successful professional pilots, you might be right, skyline. Perhaps if you feel that every other job out there is somehow beneath flying for an airline, you might be right, skyline.
But you're not.
Pleanty of seats abound, plenty of opportunities to work.
Finding yourself 58 years old without all the toys makes you a failure, does it?
In many lands, surviving to 58 is a huge success. One man's ceiling is another arrogant man's floor, right?
When I was a kid, we'd read stories about other kids who were so poor they couldn't rub two nickles together. We seldom had two quarters to rub together. I understood the kids in those stories, and I wondered if they wanted to fly as badly as I did. As I still do.
I'm grateful every time I strap into an airplane, insanely so. Your concepts presuppose too much. I know a lot of people who would give up most of what they have for the opportunity to have the privilege to fly. Many people start with just that in mind; it represents the fulfillment of their greatest dream. No great aspirations of grandeur, no plans to slog it out whining about union issues and lost pensions and furloughs. Just simple, free, fulfilling flight.
For those who do desire to fly and be paid for that unbelievable privilege, the opportunities are there, and a job awaits every soul that wants one. Your statistics, and the interpretations thereof, are in error.
Perhaps if you think that only airline pilots are professionals, then yes, you might by right, skyline. Perhaps if you think that only pilots who fly for a major airline are successful professional pilots, you might be right, skyline. Perhaps if you feel that every other job out there is somehow beneath flying for an airline, you might be right, skyline.
But you're not.
Pleanty of seats abound, plenty of opportunities to work.
Finding yourself 58 years old without all the toys makes you a failure, does it?
In many lands, surviving to 58 is a huge success. One man's ceiling is another arrogant man's floor, right?
When I was a kid, we'd read stories about other kids who were so poor they couldn't rub two nickles together. We seldom had two quarters to rub together. I understood the kids in those stories, and I wondered if they wanted to fly as badly as I did. As I still do.
I'm grateful every time I strap into an airplane, insanely so. Your concepts presuppose too much. I know a lot of people who would give up most of what they have for the opportunity to have the privilege to fly. Many people start with just that in mind; it represents the fulfillment of their greatest dream. No great aspirations of grandeur, no plans to slog it out whining about union issues and lost pensions and furloughs. Just simple, free, fulfilling flight.
For those who do desire to fly and be paid for that unbelievable privilege, the opportunities are there, and a job awaits every soul that wants one. Your statistics, and the interpretations thereof, are in error.