The real, no-bullshit reason why I became a pilot, part 2

An old family friend, and someone actually once very close to my little brother, reached out to me. She asked if I wanted to go for a plane ride.

This is part two of my story on why I actually became a pilot, complete with photos at the end. For returning readers, thank you for reading part 1. For all those who reached out and let me know how my tale has impacted you, your words greatly touched me and gave me the motivation to keep on writing.

If you’re new here, welcome. Read part 1 at this link. Warning: it’s sad. This part is by far the happier part, so try and make it this far once more.

And so it begins…

You’ll remember from the previous half of this story that, at this point in my life, I was in a deeply bad place. I was zombie-ing my way through my university studies, avoiding anything social, and especially not doing anything to heal from my loss. Each day felt like a painful, pointless blur.

So when someone meaningful to my family reached out and offered to take me up for a joy ride in a C172, I was floored. I could not comprehend sitting behind the controls of the same type of aircraft that my brother’s life ended in. Flying again as an expression of joy, and not grief, was a distant, foreign concept. I was not ready, and did not want to be ready. Yet, I accepted the offer.

To this day I am actually not positive about why I agreed to the flight. It might have been a thoughtless choice, out of impulse, as many of my decisions around that time period seemed to be. Maybe a deeper feeling was at play beneath the surface. Whatever it was, I’ll likely never fully understand. That single, simple “OK,” changed my life.

The flight was stunning. The clouds held a special warm glow for me, their shape swirling up in shapes I had never witnessed before. We had the GoPro rolling on this morning, a third witness to the majesty of flight before us. Circling over our home airport, I joked about spicing the flight up, maybe doing a loop. My pilot laughed, but wouldn’t oblige. Dang it, I thought.

And just like that, I was having fun. Laughing AND enjoying myself for the first time in years! I had never have felt more closer to Heaven and the souls of our dearly departed. It was a very moving moment for me, although complicated emotionally.

Before long, the flight was over. The plane’s wheels softly touched down once more onto the pavement, my heart and soul left above. My mind was racing with the decision it had made. I wanted to fly again, and to carry on what my brother had started. I would become a private pilot like he had dreamed of becoming.

On an interesting and slightly unrelated side note: it was also on this day that I met my future life partner and husband Chirag. This day just held so much good for me and I didn’t even know it at it time.

With my parent’s very generous financial backing, and their blessing, I began flight lessons in earnest. Some flights were very, very hard for me. There were times where my imagination would wander off to my brother’s last moments, and I could not do much but cry. On solo flights, I would stubbornly head out west, circling over his crash site mindlessly.

Other flights were an absolute joy. Spins for example became a happy obsession of mine. I wouldn’t want to finish a lesson without a few! Other lessons I found incredibly frustrating (diversions, ugh!), but all flights held meaning for me. Each flight was a leap closer to my brother Lorne’s dream.

I crossed the emotional mountain range in 2015, finally earning my private pilot’s license. Our private pilot’s license, for it felt like Lorne’s achievement too.

I was immensely grateful for all of the trials and tribulations I had undergone, as the end result was a calmer, happier, and more adaptable pilot. There wasn’t, and still isn’t, too much that can rattle me save for running out of coffee before takeoff. Flying holds deep meaning for me. It brings me closer to Heaven, fuels my own self-confidence, fills me with wonder, and is carrying on the dream of someone I very much hold dear. I think I’ll always be a part of this world of aviation, I cannot imagine it any other way.

Thanks for reading everyone – and God bless. Enjoy the photos at the end!



How do I “make it” in aviation?

                                                     Flying the Metro 3

This is the question on everyone’s mind after the grind of flight school. Students and instructors alike will have different ideas and advice on how to get your foot into the door in a difficult and ever-changing industry. Oftentimes, you’re operating on rumors, and there’s no way to verify any of the information that you’re receiving.

My biggest and baddest advice I can give you, as someone currently IN the industry is this:

Get to know people in the industry, in particular people CURRENTLY at the companies you are interested in. Disregard any rumors, tips, or heresy you hear from your instructors, other students, your uncle, and your flying buddy at the airpark. I’m not knocking their advice, I’m sure they are well-informed and have many things to say, but this is how you hone in and really focus on the meat and potatoes of the information out there.

Some good questions to ask pilots are:

  • What are your likes and dislikes at the company?

  • How long have you been with the company for?

  • What is the starting pay like?

  • How are upgrades and pay increases handled?

  • How easy is it to collaborate with and contact management?

  • Did you feel like your training prepared you for your first day on the line?

Of course this is not a comprehensive list by any means. Modify and add to it as you see fit. But whatever you do, don’t skip this step. Don’t desperately rush off to some operation in Ontario totally in the blind, or you might be in for a nasty surprise.

And this ties nicely into my second life tip for new pilots. It’s by far the best secret to getting a sweet job.


GET TO KNOW EVERYONE, AND ANYONE. Make friends in the industry. Be curious, be friendly. Ask questions, and offer to help out around the airport. If you’re at flight school, get to know every student, instructor, and manager. In particular for instructors, get to know the people you are teaching, maybe even consider joining the local flying club. Do not underestimate the power of networking. Networking is KEY in this industry.

Your buddy who is a part-time owner of so-and-so’s plane will know of a guy looking to hire someone on his jet. Alright, maybe you won’t get that lucky right off the bat, but you know what I mean. You’ve heard talk of how small the industry is, so leverage that to your advantage. Be authentic, and be yourself. Put yourself out there. The more people you connect with, the more opportunities WILL open up, and it only will be a matter time before the golden opportunity comes knocking at your door.

Thanks for reading, and I hope this gives new students and fresh commercial pilots alike hope for getting that first gig. The jobs are out there, and you will find one! Keep on being positive, hopeful, and working hard. It’s only a matter of time before your break comes too.


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This is my zone, my place to discuss and write about all things flying. You’ve seen my Instagram, which is a wonderful community and medium for sharing photos and stories, but sometimes it’s nice to be able to take the discussion a little further. I also thought it would be amazing to have a space where I can direct people interested in learning to fly, as well as those looking to move to a country like Canada and get involved in aviation here.

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– Shavonne