February 27, 2008

Wait for Me!

 

Moving cargo involves showing up before a trip, loading, flying, unloading, and the post-flight.  At each stage there is an opportunity for things to go well, go slowly, or break down altogether.  The contrast between snail’s pace and Mach speeds leaves one with mixed feelings of boredom and exhilaration.  So it goes in aviation.

 

“Are we there yet?”, we cry out as young children. Growing older and working jobs, and we still have this child-like question in our minds.

 

Are you a Push or a Pause?  When you enter the elevator do you push the door close button, or pause and wait for automatic door closure? How long does it take for doors to close? The answer is about three or four seconds. But for the one who is in a hurry, the wait seems like thirty seconds or longer.  

 

Arriving at the cargo office in the early afternoon, the crew assembles and cheerfully greets each other.  The captain and I have flown together the week before and it was an enjoyable and educational trip. Our engineer is new to me and has a few more months with the company.  We review the weather reports and forecasts, load planning, fuel requirements, and then head out to the airplane.  Loading is in process and we have one pallet of unusual cargo. It is eight live small black pigs who are headed for Haiti.

 

Departing from Miami on this afternoon will have a new challenge. A rain shower is developing to from the west and right on the initial runway heading.  Dark clouds and rain are seen to the west and just a few miles from the airport.  Someone on the radio has asked about a reported loss of power at the terminal. What does this mean? It would later be explained as an unexpected and mysterious loss of electrical power statewide.

 

We begin a takeoff just as raindrops begin. At the critical decision speed for flying the captain raises the nose and begins a climb-out. We are relieved to be getting out just in time. The rain hits just as a turn is made away from the shower. Continuing, the landing gear is raised, speed increased to retract the flaps, and then a climb initiated to the clearer skies to the east. No waiting here!

 

Standing in a wood crate and with wood shavings for litter, the cargo pigs appear content. They look cute and are friendly to the touch. Arriving in Haiti, I mention to the captain about the pigs and comment, “They must be in hog heaven!”. They are, and are soon retrieved by the ground loading staff and swiftly deplaned to a waiting tug and cart which takes them to a waiting area. We suspect they will be used for herd development

 

On the second leg of the trip and with additional cargo loaded, a weight and loading sheet must be checked.  This load review takes time, requires accuracy, and is a duty assigned to the first officer.  I muse, “weight for me”, and continue. Here is the recipe: Start with an empty airplane, add three crewmembers plus flight bags, mix in some cargo. Measure carefully and you get a Zero Fuel Weight. Fill contents with trip fuel and the result equals a Takeoff weight. Record these values on the load sheet, note the weather, airport temperature and winds, select a runway, and compute a takeoff speed.  That’s it and you are done!

 

While reviewing the loading paperwork a discrepancy is noted of one pallet number mismatch. This discrepancy is promptly reported to the captain who handles the matter by writing the correct pallet number on the load form. Essential paperwork is complete and time seems to pass more slowly. Again the question arises, “Are we there yet?”

 

Assembling for the next leg, we plan a very short thirty minute flight to the Dominican Republic.  This short 140 mile trip at 24,000 feet will go quickly.  A normal take off and climb out is made and the mountainous areas quickly fade behind.  Haiti is a land of geographical contrasts and rough mountains.  So too is the Dominican Republic.  

 

We land, unload, and wait. This time the delay is with paperwork which needs to be sent to the Miami office, Customs clearance, returned to the Miami office, and then sent back to the Dominican Republic.  “Are we there yet?  No, wait for me”, I muse

 

Returning to Miami and concluding the flight, the journey ends.  We are home.  How well do you wait?

 

Monday late afternoon I relax by spending time at the local hotel pool. There is a young couple and their 3 month old baby at the shallow end, dipping in and out and sitting quietly. I attempted to visit with them but only learned that they were from Naples. Not much for conversation.  

Next, a group of three young girls came in ages from about 8 - 12. Could they be sisters? I watched them jump in the pool or get pushed it. They are vacationers having fun.

Then a woman named Robin (43) arrives and swims. I introduce myself and we talk. She is vacationing from Albuquerque and was just returning with her father from a trip to Key West, FL. Dad drove down from New Jersey. Robin went to a wedding in Orlando with daughter (17) and son (13), for the first week. Then she continues with dad for a visit.

Robin describes her visit: "...we had a great time....I am sick..... this was a wonderful time", she detailed. I ponder the middle comment and waited for a time to ask about that. The details of the trip spill out of her.

Robin does share the middle section. She has terminal breast cancer.

She continues talking non-stop for an hour, enjoying the pool and saying how swimming is the one thing she can do to easily move around. Last autumn she was barely able to move between the bed and the couch. She hopes to live at least until May and see her daughter's high school graduation.

Robin says that she is thankful for every day. Her husband and her two children, are great supporters. She does not have a church but has a friend who is a minister and he spends time talking with her.Robin goes to sleep each night and gives thanks for another day.She believes she will go to heaven. She does not worry about life's little problems, why people keep pettiness and won't talk with each other in her family. Or people on the street who pass by without saying "hello", but just keep their heads down."

"You said hello and talked with me!", she exclaimed, between paragraphs of her life story. I am glad she was pleased.

Robin did the talking and had much to say, to share, to tell about her life of 43 years, how she met her husband to be at 18. How he made her wait 5 years until he proposed the day before Christmas, and when she was quite weary of waiting. Their life continued with a move to New Mexico where he works in a casino as a pit manager. He is 5 years older.  The job includes good health insurance, a vital necessity right now.


Robin says her physician and oncologist continue with monitoring and will have more aggressive treatments, "when the time comes".  She has contacted other cancer centers with her case. The centers’ physicians reply, saying that the treatment she currently receives is what they would recommend. 

Robin's father arrived at the pool and we continued the visit. Dad is 79. Robin is at peace with herself. She expresses joy and thanks for life.

It is in waiting that we reflect upon what is important. For cargo carriers, it is a realization of the people who work together and make trips work  For Robin, it is looking both backward at the time spent with family and looking to the present with an attitude of gratitude, of thanks for being alive. She hopes for medical treatment which will extend her time on earth.  She accepts a future without her family on earth, but one which brings her to heaven.

 

In this season of Lent, in the forty days before Easter, Christians observe a time of self-examination and turn to spiritual growth.  We journey in the wilderness in prayer. Some observe a time of sacrifice and give up dessert. Others observe giving more: in time for service projects such as volunteering with the Habitat for Humanity.  All of us pass through the forty days leading to Easter in waiting.  We know that God uses this time to bring us closer to him. When all else we do fails, that is when we realize our faith sustains us. A promise of faith, which leads to hope, to love, and a time of eternal life.

 

What are you waiting for?