email from JKS Weerasekera
This is a story of the young blonde flying in a two-seater
airplane with just the pilot.
He has a heart attack and dies.
She, frantic, grabs the mike and calls out a May Day.
"May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! The pilot had a heart attack and is dead and I don't know how to fly. Someone help me! Please help me!"
She then hears a voice on the radio saying: "This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground.
I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. Now, just take a deep breath, stay calm and everything will be fine! …
Now give me your height and position."
She then says, "I'm 5'4" and I support Trump".
"O.K." says the voice on the radio, "Repeat after me: Our Father, Who art in Heaven...
He has a heart attack and dies.
She, frantic, grabs the mike and calls out a May Day.
"May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! The pilot had a heart attack and is dead and I don't know how to fly. Someone help me! Please help me!"
She then hears a voice on the radio saying: "This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground.
I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. Now, just take a deep breath, stay calm and everything will be fine! …
Now give me your height and position."
She then says, "I'm 5'4" and I support Trump".
"O.K." says the voice on the radio, "Repeat after me: Our Father, Who art in Heaven...
