The Next Step - Sneak Peak of 50 More Tales of Flight by: Owen Zupp
There was no escaping it. After six weeks of waiting the day had arrived, or, more accurately, it had emerged from a sleepless night. It was still dark as I drove into the airport with my father and only a few offices emitted a glow from the windows in their back rooms. In contrast, the flight briefing office near the runway’s edge was a hive of activity, with bright fluorescent lights and charter pilots checking weather forecasts before submitting flight plans. If today went well, perhaps I would one day be checking charts and drinking coffee before the sun had peeped its head above the horizon. Only today would tell. Today I would give my utmost to become a licensed commercial pilot.