By: F/A Maria Roxanne Zuño
When you apply, they ask you, “Why do you want this job?” A simple but weighted question.
At the time, one would say that they wanted to travel, that they wanted to meet new people, they wanted to fly. A childhood dream. Answers that only scratched the surface of what the title “Flight Attendant” really entailed.
If I had known then what I’ve gone through now, I would have corrected the question. That it’s more than just wanting to wear and stand out with that bright yellow in a crowded airport. Or the signature sound of heels walking through hotel lobbies in different countries. More than wanting to work in an aircraft with one of the most beautiful office views outside the window.
It’s not merely a “want”, but it’s grown into something we live and breathe. It’s something we NEED. Something that makes us a part of who we are. Being a vessel, taking care of passengers from near and far, committed to ensuring their safety and wellbeing. Giving our all amidst long hours and seeing the sun rise and set while still on duty. But what greater reward is there than uniting families all over the world and having passengers deplane with smiles on their faces.
It’s what fuels us. It is our passion. It is our heart.
We undergo rigorous trainings since day one, but they never trained us to bear with the pain of having to say goodbye to our wings, to what was once our dream come true.. They never said it would hurt this much..
Alas, with a heart that bleeds yellow, words cannot express how thankful I am still, to have had three years above the clouds. May we still take off and soar very soon. God has a plan for us. Until our next flight, my fellow cabin crew—my second family.