I’ve been a flight attendant for ten years. I’ve handled medical emergencies, mid-air fights, drunk executives, panic attacks, and turbulence that rattled the teeth out of frequent flyers. But nothing in my entire career—nothing in any training manual—prepared me for Flight 2127 from Boston to Seattle. At 35,000 feet, both pilots went down. One hundred forty-seven passengers. Zero functioning cockpit crew. And the only person who stepped forward to save us was an eleven-year-old girl with a backpack full of stickers and a ponytail…..CONTINUE READING BELOW
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