For the first time since my helicopter accident in 2003, I was feeling nervous as I put my helmet on and got ready to get in. Two recent fatal accidents doing the same mission we were about to do had me feeling a little rattled. The flight profile was just above the treetops, without room to recover if something went wrong. Still, feeling like this was unlike me, and I pondered it while the pilot approached.
I've known him since 2006, and he is one of the calmest, nicest, and competent people I know. Everyone likes him. Instead of staying quiet like I normally would, I admitted that I was feeling kind of nervous following the most recent accident.
The pilot looked at me. "You'll be safe with me," he said matter-of-factly.
In the three days since that day, I've been thinking about the people who make me feel safe. There's a couple of them I would follow blindly into any fire, knowing I would always come out unscathed, no matter what happened. There's a few people who I would trust to drive me through a blizzard or tornado, and just one or two I whom I could tell anything without judgement. People like these are like islands in an ocean of those who hurt us, leave us, or are just indifferent. People like these are a blessing. Are you one of them?
"You'll be safe with me," he said.
And I was.