I don’t know. When I was a kid I wanted to drive the dustbin lorry which came round on every Wednesday morning. I was aiming high.
I spent much of my first school years playing the “A-team” under the classroom tables with Christopher Jones and James Hynton. I remember an eraser which was a little smelly, and in our fantasy games, if you smelled the poisonous gas coming from it you could die.
I should have become a script writer or something, but it didn’t occur to me at the time and my parents and teachers didn’t discuss my restless imagination during their frequent “problem student” meetings.
Anyway, from the age of ten I always wanted to fly, and that’s what I’ve strived for ever since.
But I was lazy and spent A-levels dossing around and being in a band. During the summer holidays at school I had millions of jobs from driving to working at McDonalds to working at TESCOs. I scraped by and got good enough grades to get into the RAF where they part sponsored my degree.
After three years I stupidly left the airforce and spent nearly a year in Taiwan.
Then I went back to the UK and got my Commercial Pilots Licence which cost me a fortune. I managed to get a short term job as a co-pilot/observer with the company that trained me to fly, but they lost the contract for the stuff we were doing and I lost my job. I quickly found out there are more pilots than planes and with no hours in your log book and little experience, no-one wants you.
I’d thought about joining the police when I was in high school, so I did just that. It was cool, but I found myself increasingly at odds with my stupid government, so now after two years of plodding I’m on a career break and back in Taiwan, teaching English, dossing around and being in a band (sometimes, at least, and I would be now, Chief ) while I figure out what to do.
Am I happy? I’m OK.
But I’ll never be completely happy until I’m zipping above the clouds AND being paid for the privellage. I daydream about it sometimes, but perhaps with the current market it’s best to look at something else.
I nearly got there, and I’ll get there one day. But until then, it’s back to printing off the the handout “Hope vs Wish” for tomorrows class.