“I’ll need a verbal confirmation that you’re willing to assist in the unlikely event of an emergency,” the Delta Airlines flight attendant announced, pointing directly at me.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Thank you.” She said.
I turned my attention to the emergency exit door next to me and began to review the procedures in case something went wrong. The instructions stated that the door weighed 41 pounds. I hesitated for a moment, unsure.
“41 pounds?” I thought. “Can I handle that?”
Of course, I can.
In an emergency, I want to be the one to help.
I can’t just assume others on the plane will act as decisively as I would. I quickly assessed my fellow passengers flying from Atlanta to Gainesville. Several college-aged young adults sporting Florida Gator regalia, a mom with a newborn in her arms, several elderly individuals, and a man dressed in a burnt orange flannel with the latest John Grisham novel in hand.
Honestly, if something were to happen, I would want to be the first one out of that plane, taking control of the situation and guiding others to safety.
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