FLIGHT FOR CELEBRATION

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If one were to take a good look at this website, it should come as to no surprise that Karlene Petitt has been a major part of our life here. I came to know Karlene for the most part through her aviation thriller “Flight For Control”.

Karlene and I met on a very brief occasion at JFK on an impromptu occasion and our meeting was literally 10 seconds. Enough to say hello, nice to see you, I’ll email you, and goodbye. The meeting, although certainly never enough time, was well worth my voyage over to my hometown airport. (I also managed to grab some airplane shots as she always reminds me to have a digital camera on hand at all times.)

A dream came true when I learned that Karlene has taken time out of her very busy schedule to come join this website on November 10th to visit and share her insights on the very novel that brought not only us, but my associates, here together. I want you to be apart of this too. The only thing is, our broadcasting location is small and we only have one open seat left and I want it to be yours! And NYC tends to get extremely crowded on Saturday nights!! (And I know for a fact that not everyone in NYC have a copy of this book.)

Here is what you need to do to enter in a drawing to win a place at this event:

Live in the vicinity or be in New York City on the weekend of November 10th, 2012

Purchase a copy or better yet copies of Flight For Control via Paypal through KarlenePetitt.com. Please include the Hashtag #JeremySentMe in the comments area or let Karlene know that we sent you. This is how we enter you in the drawing.

Optional: log on to our Facebook page JFD on Facebook and click LIKE

We will be announcing the winner on November 1st first on our Facebook site then on jeremysflightdeck.com.

Good luck and we will see you there!

jeremy

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9/11 … 11 Years Later

 

 

My day starts at 4:00 a.m. every morning.  You might wonder why in God’s sweet universe do I awaken each morning before the crack of dawn?  Well, I have my reasons and they aren’t anything convenient to my daily life. 

 

 

 

What can I say?  I am now a New Yorker.  (Sorry, Dad.) 

I live the life of a New Yorker.  Even though I was implanted here in August of 2000, I became a full-fledged, bona fide New Yorker on September 11, 2001.  A day that would change how people would view the world.  A day that we would realize that we are human beings here on this Earth to survive whatever and whichever tragedies come our way.

 

Many of you who know me offline, know about my background and some of the “little” or not so little reasons why I immigrated here.  I have a story beyond anyone that I’ve told online.  I came to New York not to escape my family back in the Midwest, God forbid, but to come to New York to accomplish my many dreams in so many ways.  Some I have already accomplished the help and kindness of God.  Some others I am still in the middle of accomplishing.  What I will tell you is, that what made me accomplish my dreams so far sums down to one word:

 

SURVIVAL. 

 

When I came to New York I came here as if I had left Europe during the 1800s or Syria in the 1930s looking for a new homeland – a homeland to grow and prosper just like many who had passed through Ellis Island.  I came here without my family, on minimum funds, and I was starting out in a new community (talk about a major culture clash from where I came from), new job, not knowing nor trusting anyone as much as I was used to due to the size of the neighborhoods.  I was a fish out of water.  My mission here: to better myself in so many ways looking to start a new career, finish school, improve myself religiously, and most of all, to be my own “independent country” so to speak.  I must say that looking back, even though I have so much yet to accomplish, I have accomplished a lot and am surprised I have survived this far.  But it is only just the beginning. 

The day I realized I was a NY’er

 

Strength comes in so many levels.  I had been in New York for a year and one month and I was coming back from an important meeting in Brooklyn that night.  I was on the F train (outsiders call it a “subway”) line where it goes above ground.  I remember we were stuck for a while underground as there was a disruption in the train traffic that evening, however, the evening was all worth it as we eventually proceeded above ground and the sky was clear as far as the eye could see of the NYC-Manhattan skyline in all it’s glory. 

 

 

 

I thought to myself as I gazed at it, “I’ve been here a year … I think I might make it (without having to move back.)

 

That night was during the days where I was able to sleep in until 10 a.m. the next morning … every morning.  (I didn’t start my work day until 3 p.m. during those days.)

 

Then came…

The wake up call….

 

Many ask, “Where we you on 9-11?”  My answer was, is, and always will be,

 

“Sleeping.” 

 

Yes, I was sleeping as my wake up time was usually 10am, but I had arisen earlier that morning as I had a bad dream for some reason the night before and it ended with the sound of a gunshot.  From what I remember of the dream, I was being chased and someone was shooting at me.  Dreams tell so many things which are hidden.. but this one told me one thing: It was time to wake up and start my day.  (Not necessarily on a good note.)

Upon logging on to America Online that morning to check e-mail, I saw the welcome screen with a photo that looked like something from a Hollywood film. 

 

 

But it wasn’t.  It was a horrific reality.   The next thing I knew family from out of town was calling me to ask if I was ok, at best, alive.

 

The night before I rest assured myself that I was safe, that I was going to make it.  That day I was more insecure about my safety as the day I had arrived.  It wasn’t only me.  It was about 9 million, if not billions of other people.  We were all sharing the same feelings, emotions, words, etc.  We were all now like a fish out of water.  Not only was every New Yorker sharing my experience, I was now beginning to share the New York experience.  On September 11th, 2001, it didn’t matter what your make-up was nor your religious beliefs, on that day you were a New Yorker and a citizen of the United States.  It was on September 11th, that I was proud to be a part of the New York City that came together and did everything we could to help any of the victims, their families, and to help rebuild what was taken away from us: our dreams, our successes, our way of life as a free democratic western society.  To show the failures of destruction, hatred, and how our society shows that of prosperity, breakthroughs in science, technology, and commerce.

My reason for coming here.. 

 

This is, as we all know, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of … There’s nothing you can’t do…

 

 

Even though I was at home asleep, one of my best friends escaped death /serious injury that morning.  He escaped this, Thank God, as he is a late sleeper.  His unsuccessful cause proved successful that morning when he missed his first train going into the city.  Before crossing Jamaica Bay on the later train, many commuters on board spotted the pillars of smoke coming up from the skyline beyond JFK Airport.  Luckily, someone had a way of finding out what had happened.  He debarked at the next stop and caught the next train going back to Far Rockaway. 

 

Many beyond this, were not so fortunate.  I saw the the movies.  No one could ever coax me again, not only as a human being, but as a human who operates aircraft in real life, to watch those movies again.  One month after that  fateful day, I decided to take a trip to downtown near the site.  I am a “see it to believe it” type of guy. 

 

 

The aromas of the unthinkable came to life.  The sites I saw became real.  It finally hit me.  It really happened.

 

Alicia also tells us that the streets are mean..  Yes, they are..  But my question is:

Why did it take a horrific, unthinkable event like this to get everyone to realize that being human meant being nice to one another and that the basis of survival was self-sacrifice and working together as a team?

This, ladies and gentleman was, is, and for as long as we remember 9-11 will be our wake-up call.

 

(Sorry no snooze button.)

Each year, now, we remember what happened on this day as a reminder that the only way we can overcome humanity is not only to wage war against the evil infidels who brought down our fellow human beings, our family, our community, our fellow aviation professionals through preventing future attacks, but also to supersede their horrific actions by improving the world and rebuilding as much as we can possible by giving to others, through education, through helping, through kindness, and through so many other ways.  Not only is this the best tribute we can make to the victims, the many blessed souls who perished without a trace, and those who assisted that fateful day, but to also show our strength, our joie de vivre (joy of living), and our raison d’être (reason for existence.) 

 

 

 

Never forget.

 

 

 

jeremy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Labor Day Weekend – Via Brasil

When one is unsure of the events and plans that take him into the future – that person must always have a positive outlook on life and that everything – happens for a reason.  And indeed it did this past Sunday.

 

My plans eventually led me into the city to do some photo shooting.

 

A sign I know all too well

 

 

 

 

Trump Tower

 

Little did I know what was in store for me as the streets of New York City’s Upper East Side transformed into the streets of São Paulo, … of Rio De Janeiro, … of Salvador, and of every city, town, and village in between filled with awesome Brasilian music, great spirits, the smells of delectable Brasilian Portuguese cuisine, and amazing sites of the world’s most famous playground: BRASIL!

 

What would have been an 8 hour flight from JFK, turned into a 20 minute train ride from my neighborhood.

 

So.. Let’s take a look shall we?  I present to you:

 

 

 

Brasil Day 2012!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got your back..

 

 

Brasilian bands from afar came to give their most outstanding performances.  This is where I practiced my Portuguese dictation skills.

 

 

As cafés align the streets the spirits run as high as the flags are.

 

 

Bandeiras brasileiras em todos os lugares

 

 

 

In the final hours of my time there, one thing stood out that summarized the whole day:

 

If pictures are worth a thousand words, this one is worth a million.

 

Always keep a smile on your face and remember, it takes more muscle power to frown, than to smile.  And this is our Portuguese lesson for today..

 

Boa viagem!

(Safe travels to wherever your journey takes you..)

 

jeremy