Monthly Archives: June 2012

A bed in the galley.

Thursday I worked a flight to Managua, Nicaragua that was a bit interesting. As we were in the air we had an unaccompanied minor on board that was not feeling too good. She stopped me as I walked through the cabin and explained to me that she felt shaky and couldn’t feel her hands. I didn’t freak out, I simply took her with me to the back galley and sat her down. She wanted to lay down so I took a bunch of blankets and laid them out on the galley floor.

We all assumed that maybe her sugar was low or she was just nervous. Luckily there was a doctor and a trauma nurse available on the plane. The doctor explained that we needed electrolytes for the girl and that she just needed to eat something. The only problem was that she couldn’t keep anything down and kept throwing everything she tried to eat.

As the doctor took care of the unaccompanied minor I tried to tend to the passengers explaining to them that we couldn’t do a beverage service at the moment to please bare with us as we took care of the girl. Many of them did not mind and were very understanding. Others, the rude ignorant ones would press the call button a million times asking when we’re we going to do a beverage service and what was the hold up. I just wanted to punch them in the face just so they could realize how ignorant they were being.

The flight was approximately three hours and the laid on the galley floor the entire time. Little by little the shakes stopped and she got better. The doctor stated that she must have had some type of virus and to have her family take her to the hospital when she got to Nicaragua. While she laid on the floor we tried to do what we could for a beverage service.

We took a bin and passed out snacks to all the passengers. Some were nice about the matter but others were rude saying, “about time!” as if we didn’t have a girl in the back who almost needed to get an IV placed into her arm. I’m amazed truly amazed at how rude, ignorant and disrespectful people are sometimes. What if that was your child on the floor?

Then we were only able to grab certain cans of beverages because the unaccompanied minor was laying in front of our beverage cart. We offered the passengers coke, orange juice and water. We had one guy rudely ask for two vodkas and wanted to know why we were limited on the beverages. I looked at the guy and explained to him that if he would have been paying attention to the announcements he would know what was going on. I gave him his vodka bottled but made him pay for it! I refused to be nice to him.

As we prepared to land I woke up the girl and took her to her seat. I made sure she was ok and went to my jump seat to prepare for landing. When we landed and got to our van the pilots explained to us that if we would have given the girl an IV we would have diverted to Miami to drop her off and then continue our flight.

Once again I had a medical emergency and did not panic. I definitely should have become a doctor or something because I don’t freak out. I didn’t freak out at all during the entire situation. It’s almost as if panic mode disappears when trauma occurs.

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I’m sorry

Sometimes an “I’m sorry” is all it takes. Sometimes if you mean it all can be forgiven and forgotten. Sometimes these events help you realize that the line shouldn’t be crossed because your upset or you hear a rumor.

Although these words have been abused so many times and it’s hard to believe for others, I believe in it. When you look into someone’s eyes you can truly see the sincerity in their words. Unless that person has become a pathological liar then all heck has broken loose.

Be honest and lay all the cards on the table it will make you feel a million times better. If you did something wrong apologize and hope for the best. Those two words have more meaning than anyone can imagine and if used properly can change many altercations.

If I care I’ll forgive and forget. If it happens again I might forgive but never forget. And if it happens a third time then I’m just a fool. Don’t abuse those words because one day when you really need it no one will believe you.

So here is my sincerest I’m Sorry if I ever hurt anyone. I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart.

“I’M SORRY.”


I am he, he is me.

The phrase goes, like father like son. This time it’s, like father like daughter. I am he and he is me.

I am my father. I have all his traits and habits. The nurturing side of him that always wants to see his family happy and try to give them all he can. The quiet side where we can just sit alone in the house and not care. An intellectual side where we read and read because we just let our imaginations go wild within the stories.

My father and I are two peas in a pod. A rear breed, I believe. My siblings always pick on me saying that I’m his favorite but it’s not at all true. His favorites are his boys but as a man you can not say that because you have to be stern with boys so they can grow up to be good men.

I love that I am my father. We are both good listeners and are always there for those who need us. We can sit together in complete silence and understand each other. Understand that we are just happy to be together in one room.

Many wonder why I care for him so much. I care because he never left my side when my parents separated. He never forgot about his children. When I was sick he was there and when I went through the worst times of my life he was by my side. He gave me and continues to give me the best advice. I just wish I’d follow some of them.

He can also be a dick and so can I. He has a good way of expressing his anger without many noticing it but I know and I can sense it. When he sees me he can also tell. It’s a strange bond but we get it.

I am he and he is me.


Girls like you….

So you can make them feel lonely.


6/24

Yesterday marked the 61st birthday of a man I consider one of the greatest. A man with the biggest hearts I have ever seen. To me every birthday is important but when his day comes around I want to do all I can to make sure it’s special. It was my father’s birthday.

I had arrived on Saturday but did not want to tell my dad that I was home so I could surprise him. I stated out all night with my friends until it was finally time to head home. Hey, at 2am there is nothing else to do but head home. As I walked into my house expecting no one to be awake my father and uncle were in the kitchen drunk as skunks. My dad saw me and had no idea how to react. It was a priceless moment because he was in sheer excitement and extremely surprised.

It all started extremely early for the beach. After he did his traditional dip at the lake he came back to pick me up so we could spend a few hours at the beach. It was me, my dad, sis and uncle. After grabbing some fresh fruit and a massive amount of Hispanic breakfast we headed to the beach. I was just excited to hit that ocean and be with my dad. Nothing else mattered to me yesterday but making sure my dad was having a great time.

Hours passed and the food was all gone. That was our indication that it was time to head out and get ready for the rest of the day. My dad had no I idea that I was going to throw him a small cookout and had a few of his brothers and sisters coming over. As they all trickled in my father caught on and was so happy. In all honesty I think he was happy to be with his family. He’s so big on family and being with his children.

If you don’t know my family one would think we are nuts but we just like to have a good time. I knew the party was a success when my father began stripping and when everyone was happily fed. My dad didn’t care if we just cut him a cake. He was just happy that his family was there to spend time with him.

The night ended with my dad leaving everyone outside in the backyard and him sneaking into his room. When I went to check on him he was out cold in bed. He had enjoyed his birthday so much that he forgot to put on pajamas and just slept the way he was born.

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Home

Whenever I fly into Providence I get this sheer joy/anxiety feeling. It is as if I belong here and I don’t. It’s tough to explain but that’s how I feel each and every time I land.

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It’s not the end of the world

Just felt like posting these lyrics today. The song just came to me today and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Drake- Doing It Wrong

When a good thing goes bad
Its not the end of the world.
Its just the end of a world
That you have with one girl.
And she’s the reason it happened,
But she’s overreacting.
And its all because she don’t want things to change.

So cry if you need to,
But I can’t stay to watch you.
That’s the wrong thing to do.
Touch if you need to,
But I can’t stay to hold you.
That’s the wrong thing to do.
Talk if you need to,
But I can’t stay to hear you.
That’s the wrong thing to do.
Cause you’ll say you love me,
And I’ll end up lying,
And say I love you too.

But I need someone different.
You know it, oh oh you know it.
Oh oh you know it, we both know it.
I need someone different,
You know it, oh oh you know it.
Oh oh you know it, we both know it.
Something’s been missing,
you know it, oh oh she knows it.
Oooh I know it, we all know it.
I need someone different.

We live in a generation of not being in love,
And not being together.
But we sure make it feel like we’re together,
Cause we’re scared to see each other with somebody else.

So cry if you need to,
But I can’t stay to watch you.
That’s the wrong thing to do.
Touch if you need to,
But I can’t stay to hold you.
That’s the wrong thing to do. Oooh.
Talk if you need to,
But I can’t stay to hear you.
That’s the wrong thing to do.
Cause you’ll say you love me,
And I’ll end up lying,
And say I love you too.

But I need someone different.
You know it, oh oh you know it.
Oh oh you know it, we both know it.
I need someone different,
You know it, oh oh you know it.
Oh oh you know it, we both know it.
Something’s been missing,
You know it, oh oh she knows it.
Oooh I know it, we all know it.
I need someone different.
Ooohh ooohh.