Ode To Virgin Atlantic & Sir Richard Branson
Boarded flight VS05 from Heathrow, London to Miami the other day. Terrified and filled to a maximum with benzodiazepines. Still terrified.
I hate flying. It’s no joke and it’s most certainly nothing to laugh about.
But something remarkable happend when i boarded the aircraft. It was brand new, apparently, and we were welcomed by an extraordinary nice and good lookin crew. Serviceminded and calm as i never experienced before.
The air on board was fresh and the ”houselight” was mild and comfortable. The aircraft smelled like a brand new car and it looked more like a luxury lounge than a cabin of worned out horror.
Then and there i was cured from a life long fright of flying. I read a book and watched movies – stayed awake and enjoyed every moment of the flight. Something i never managed to ever before.
I been drewling and mumbling creature on previous flights, unable to make myself understood by disgusted flight-attendandts. Who could blame theme? Lashings of Bloody Mary’s and a buffet of pills made me that way.
So a big warm thank you, Virgin Atlantic. You cured me. With professionalism. From flight anxiety off course, and since i fly a lot maybe in the long run you helped me avoid alcoholism.
Tell Sir Richard Branson i love him.
All the best
Lars Gare
