History Affects Us
(Image courtesy of RefToons.) When I was twelve years old, I went on a mission trip to Mexico with some of my family. When we were making our flight down there, my grandma got up to use the bathroom, but instead she accidentally opened the door to the cockpit. I remember seeing the pilots, with their headsets on, turn around in surprise. (I also remember seeing out of the windshield at the clouds ahead.) The flight attendants kindly and calmly shut the cockpit door and directed my grandma to the bathroom door, which was right around the corner. The year was 2000. Fast forward one more year to September 11, 2001, and everything changed for flight travel. Security checks took a lot longer, and if anyone would have opened the door to the cockpit in-flight, he might not make it to where he was going alive. History affects us.