I hate traveling. I hate having to deal with snot nosed brats whining "Mommy I'm hungry," or the occasional "Are we their yet?" I hate having to pay out thousands of dollars just to be comfortable. First Class is expensive! I hate it when the old billionaire investors that I seek to meet so badly, don't like my startup company or don't even speak my language. Finally, I hate the time difference. Relative Time I call it. There's just not enough hours in the day. If there were more I could have spent more time with my family than my work. 24 hours was not enough to stop my wife from leaving me, and taking my daughter with her. For some reason my iPad started getting wet... wait...
Am I crying?
Get yourself together Jack Howard! You are a smart, independent, handsome, 24 year old man. You don't need love... You don't need emotions. Emotion is for the weak. Emotion is for the sissies and hippies. Emotion is not for you.
And yet...
And yet I longed for it. The tender caress of a woman, the sweet laughter of my daughter. The tears would not stop falling. My sobbing echoed throughout Flight G-184. The people in First Class could not hear me, they were too busy sipping wine, and listening to fine music.
I was on the flight to meet some investors in Taiwan. I've been learning Chinese since the 8th grade, so I have no doubt that I can communicate with them. I knew that chronic jet lag would take me as soon as I land in Taipei.
"Good evening passengers this is your captain speaking, strong winds and storms have cut off a direct route to Taipei. Landing will be delayed about 2 hours."
Shit! I had my whole trip planned! This changes everything. I started to pacify myself by thinking of my company.
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I was jolted awake by a terrible jerk. The plane continued to shake violently. Turbulence, we must about to be getting off.
Then the force of gravity passed me back.
The plane was falling to the ground.
People in first class started to scream. I buckled my seatbelt and released the emergency oxygen above me. My ears felt like they were bleeding from the pain of the pressure and the roar of the engine. We were going to crash.
But I was not going to die.
I had too much at stake! I have to rebuild a world with my technology. I have to invent the future. I have to live my life for the sake of others!
Things were flying around madly. Where was the captain? Where was his voice telling people to do as I had done? This was not protocol, so something had happened...
And that is the last thing I thought of before the plane hit the ground.
