As the sun rose over Toronto’s Pearson Airport, Sarah settled into her usual spot at the air traffic control tower. She had been working as an air traffic controller for over a decade, and she loved the rush of coordinating the movement of planes in the sky. It was like a giant puzzle, and she was the one solving it.
But today was different. Sarah had never seen anything like it. Planes were coming in from all directions, and she had to make split-second decisions to keep them all safe. She had always known that her job was important, but today, it felt like the whole world was depending on her.
“It’s like some kind of video game,” she thought to herself as she directed a plane to change its landing approach. “But if you make a mistake, you don’t just put another quarter in.”
The hours ticked by, and the pressure only continued to mount. Sarah’s hands were shaking as she guided a 747 onto the runway, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her back. But she didn’t let it show. She was the calm in the storm, the voice of reason in the chaos.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last plane landed and Sarah let out a sigh of relief. She had done it. She had kept everyone safe.
As she made her way home that night, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Being an air traffic controller was more than just a job to her. It was a calling, and she was grateful to have the opportunity to serve her community in this way.
