Originally Posted by
jedinein
You don't know how much you really like or want flying until you can't do it anymore. Then you understand just how precious it can be, or, decide that you can live without and never look back.
I am in the middle. I miss flying, but remember all to well red-eyes, troublesome captains and crew scheduling. It took nearly five years to not flinch whenever my cell phone rings.
I wish I could go back but now it is way too difficult and demands too much of ones life.
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