[STORY] GODDESS OF AIRCRAFT

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This is based on a real life story. This is a story told by an Air Steward of Boeing 747 destination–> Hong Kong…

It was one of the most humid mornings in July; I was told that I’d be on the flight to Hong Kong (HK), and It’d be a rough trip for our crew-members because after arriving at HK airport, we would then have to fly back to Bangkok, that same day, bringing back full flight.

Not just that, this was the time of the year that HK were having their huge summer sales, therefore there’re many female passengers on this flight, some were high society (Hiso, for short), some that think that they were Hiso, and some were Low society (or Loso), but were pretending to be Hiso; you could imagine, they were trying to out do one another. Of course, all were booking our flight to HK, as if we were flying them there free, or something along that line. As soon as they got on the aircraft, all these Hiso (or the-want-to-be) were trying to show off that they’re the real McCoy, therefore, bossing us, flight attendants around as if we were their slaves or servants.

As for today’s flight, there were too many passengers for our normal aircraft to HK because we normally fly an Airbus, which could only carry up to 300 passengers; we had to change to Boeing 747, which could carry up to 500 passengers. I’m just thinking aloud, if the airline allows these women to book the seating in the lavatory, aka the commode, I think these women would do it in a heartbeat.

Before taking off, our Purser told us that we’d be passing a storm in the Vietnam area, for us to be extra careful. Shortly after that, the Boeing 747 took off, after reaching the altitude that were considered safe, we were given a signal that it was time for us to serve our passengers their meal. My job was to prepare food in the kitchenette area, which I make sure that I pulled the curtain shut, so that the passengers wouldn’t be able to see me in plain sight because the chances of me making messes was highly likely, might not be very pleasant to look at.

As I was busy preparing the food, I had a strange sensation, cold chills running through my body, it was worse on my arms, goose bumps were everywhere…the feeling that I got was that someone was watching me.

Since I’ve been working as an Air Steward for quiet sometimes, therefore have experienced and knew what to do in situation such as this. I slowly looking up, since it was in a broad daylight, nothing to fear at all, as I reminded myself. I couldn’t imagine any ghost that would be crazy enough to be up this high, and in broad daylight. It was such a relief of what I saw, she was an Air Hostess, and must be working in the fist class section because I’ve never seen her before (as for our airline, only Boeing 747 has first class). She stood there looking at me; she was somewhat pretty, but strangely, very elegant looking; she didn’t have a lot of make-up on…but what I found to be very strange was that her uniform was beautiful, totally different from our other crew members in which she dressed in Thai traditional attire, and also has silky black long hair that drapes over her shoulder, and she has a white flower pinning at her right earlobe; which I can smell the soft floral scent that mesmerized me for a split of a second.

The truth is, I knew that dressing as this was inappropriate and violating our dress code because all Air Hostess must tie their hair back, especially if it were long because in emergency, you don’t want your hair to cover your face, and wearing flower was not allowed. A bit confused because what I knew and what I saw were contradicting, and I thought to myself, maybe they’ve changed the rule and allowing the first class Air Hostess to dress this way.

As I was thinking, I asked “May I help you with something?” Silence…she didn’t reply, just stood there staring at me. I was confused, I once again felt as if I were mesmerized by her gazed, the chilling feeling ran up and down my back, and then it hit me, I felt something hot, a burning sensation on my hands. I looked down, it was the food that I was preparing for our passengers; I carefully put it down on the counter-top. I then looked up once again, but this time, she was nowhere in sight, I went back to preparing the meals, but kept thinking about her.

After the meal, the passengers were resting comfortably, might be to reserve their energy for shopping later that evening, so we had time for a small break. I did my last round of walking up and down one of the isles of the aircraft to make sure that everything were okay, ran into our Purser, I then asked, “Brother Sourachai, is our flight attendants for the first class dressing differently from our normal crew members, I saw an Air Hostess in a traditional outfit, its real pretty.” He gave me a confusing look, and said, “What traditional outfit are you talking about? It’s still the same uniform. This flight doesn’t have first class, because it was improvised, transferring from our Airbus flight, so we didn’t book any first class passenger.” I continued “But I really saw her, she has dark hair, wore a traditional outfit, and has a white flower pinning to her right earlobe…she came into the kitchenette area while I was preparing the…” I protested.

All of a sudden, I had to stop talking in mid sentence when I noticed our Purser’s face, it was pale and he started to sweat, after looking around, I noticed that other crew members were shockingly scared by what I said. Did I say something wrong? I thought to myself. Some even covered their face with their hands, one mumbled something that I thought she said, “She must be Mai Yar Nang for sure” (Boat Nymph or Guardian Goddess of the Aircraft) I was puzzled, not sure what she’s talking about.

Before we could say anything else, the emergency buzzer came on, it was to warn the passengers to be seated, the voice of the captain (pilot) came on the loud speaker, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently entering the storm zone above Vietnam, please be seated and buckle your seat belt at all…” But before he could finish his sentence, the aircraft started to shake violently; we acted quickly in response to emergency situation, some of us were walking around to make sure that passengers were following instructions. As for me, I had to be in the kitchenette area, to make sure that everything were put away so it’d not be in danger to others.

I looked out the window, saw dark clouds everywhere, and I couldn’t tell if below were ocean or land, I prayed that it’d be ocean because if we were to crash, the chance of us surviving is greater. Before my thoughts can wander off much further, the aircraft started to shake violently once again, but this time it would have seemed that it could have shattered into small pieces. I heard items dropping and breaking in the kitchenette, but there wasn’t much I could do at the time, I found an empty seat and strapped myself to it, like the rest of the passengers.

In a split of a second, I felt as if my body were dropping from up high, as if our aircraft were taking a head dive, and that was exactly what happened. I heard things being thrown around, more breaking noises from the kitchenette, and passengers, both males and females were screaming amongst the emergency buzzard, which at the moment was not helping and didn’t make the situation any better. At that moment, I knew what it fells like to love oneself and fearful of death.

I tried to stay focus, and starting to pray…eyes looked straight ahead, because this might be my final moment before death, but what I saw was shocking, it was that graceful lady, standing calmly amongst the chaotic scene, she was looking straight at me, then turned and walked toward the back of the aircraft.

It must have been a miracle, after the aircraft had lost control for about 30 seconds, which seemed like an eternity for all of us, the captain (pilot) was able to regain control of the aircraft once again, and the violent shaking finally came to a complete stop, and everything were back to normal…

The view from an aircraft window was the sunlight reflecting on the ocean. We must have come so close to crashing into the ocean for the ocean was so near, as if I could reach it, that’s how close we were to death…who would have known, if it weren’t for the help of Mai Yar Nang , the guardian goddess of aircraft, I might not have a chance to tell you this story; believe it or not is up to you, there’s no doubt in my mind that it was her that helped us that day, and this is a true story that happened to me.

SOURCE: HUANGZAI.COM
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[STORY] GODDESS OF AIRCRAFT

[STORY] GODDESS OF AIRCRAFT

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