I am going to become a part of the less than 1%. Less than 1% of pilots in America are Black Woman. I discovered my passion for flying long before I even knew it existed. When I was younger, I always loved being on a swing-set and looking up at the sky. Not necessarily staring at anything but I lived for that feeling of being able to soar through the air and feeling like I was never going to stop. Then ultimately feeling that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as the swing dropped back down and I’d ultimately kick my feet back up and began to soar again. Growing up living my grandmother, who did the best she could feeding and clothing 7 children who weren’t her own, I never really thought much about my future or any “dream career”. I said whatever people wanted to hear when they ask the age-old question of, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, or “what are you going to college for?”. My answer, as always, is super generic but plausible. “Business.” I’d say or “Lawyer.”, just to say something. But truthfully, I didn’t know. I didn’t have a passion or wanted to do either of those things. I often wondered through my early years, “Is this was all life had to offer?”. Work a mundane job and have an apartment and try to stay afloat. I struggled a lot mentally through my formative years. Having nowhere to turn to or anyone to talk to I became so lost. And realized how alone some of us really are in this world. Forced to make mistakes after mistake before figuring out the best way or solution to a problem. And then eventually after so many mistakes and trial and error, there comes a point in time where you reach your boiling point. I had reached mine somewhere in my mid-twenties. I quit my job, I had outgrown, one morning right before a shift. I thought to myself, “this can’t be it, this can’t be what I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing.” That night I revisited an old dream of mine becoming a Flight Attendant. I had only been on an aircraft maybe three times before this point, but I didn’t care. I applied to three different small airlines I had never even heard of before. I eventually got job offers from three of them and I decided that I’d go with the airline that wouldn’t have me being the only Flight Attendant on an aircraft operating a flight. Early on in my now 5 years of flying, I knew this was the ultimate career for me. I knew that if someone were to ask me what I wanted to be, like all those years ago, I knew my answer and I’d mean it this time. I made the decision to pivot and finish my secondary education in a field that felt rewarding to me. I felt like I had a sense of purpose. Being a first-generation student and the only person in my family to study Aviation I felt intimidated. I still do. But I push It aside and remember what drives me and motivates me. I’d like to make my grandmother proud, my thirteen nieces and nephews, and ultimately myself. It is my goal to give back to the community. For those with no guidance and no help or nowhere to turn to. I’d like to help others realize their potential early. This is what I’d like to accomplish.

I am going to become a part of the less than 1%. Less than 1% of pilots in America are Black Woman. I discovered my passion for flying long before I even knew it existed. When I was younger, I always loved being on a swing-set and looking up at the sky. Not necessarily staring at anything but I lived for that feeling of being able to soar through the air and feeling like I was never going to stop. Then ultimately feeling that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as the swing dropped back down and I’d ultimately kick my feet back up and began to soar again. Growing up living my grandmother, who did the best she could feeding and clothing 7 children who weren’t her own, I never really thought much about my future or any “dream career”. I said whatever people wanted to hear when they ask the age-old question of, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, or “what are you going to college for?”. My answer, as always, is super generic but plausible. “Business.” I’d say or “Lawyer.”, just to say something. But truthfully, I didn’t know. I didn’t have a passion or wanted to do either of those things. I often wondered through my early years, “Is this was all life had to offer?”. Work a mundane job and have an apartment and try to stay afloat. I struggled a lot mentally through my formative years. Having nowhere to turn to or anyone to talk to I became so lost. And realized how alone some of us really are in this world. Forced to make mistakes after mistake before figuring out the best way or solution to a problem. And then eventually after so many mistakes and trial and error, there comes a point in time where you reach your boiling point. I had reached mine somewhere in my mid-twenties. I thought to myself, “this can’t be it, this can’t be what I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing.” That night I revisited an old dream of mine becoming a Flight Attendant. I had only been on an aircraft maybe three times before this point, but I didn’t care. I applied to three different small airlines I had never even heard of before. I got job offers from three of them and I decided that I’d go with the airline that wouldn’t have me being the only Flight Attendant on an aircraft operating a flight. Early on in my now 5 years of flying, I knew this was the ultimate career for me. I knew that if someone were to ask me what I wanted to be, like all those years ago, I knew my answer and I’d mean it this time. I made the decision to pivot and finish my secondary education in a field that felt rewarding to me. I felt like I had a sense of purpose. Being a first-generation student and the only person in my family to study Aviation I felt intimidated. I still do. But I push It aside and remember what drives me and motivates me. I’d like to make my grandmother proud, my thirteen nieces and nephews, and ultimately myself. I'd like to inspire the next generation in my family so that they can know anything it possible. It is my goal to give back to the community. For those with no guidance and no help or nowhere to turn to. I’d like to help others realize their potential early. This is what I’d like to accomplish.

I am going to become a part of the less than 1%. Less than 1% of pilots in America are Black Woman. I discovered my passion for flying long before I even knew it existed. When I was younger, I always loved being on a swing-set and looking up at the sky. Not necessarily staring at anything but I lived for that feeling of being able to soar through the air and feeling like I was never going to stop. Then ultimately feeling that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as the swing dropped back down and I’d ultimately kick my feet back up and began to soar again. Growing up living my grandmother, who did the best she could feeding and clothing 7 children who weren’t her own, I never really thought much about my future or any “dream career”. I said whatever people wanted to hear when they ask the age-old question of, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, or “what are you going to college for?”. My answer, as always, is super generic but plausible. “Business.” I’d say or “Lawyer.”, just to say something. But truthfully, I didn’t know. I didn’t have a passion or wanted to do either of those things. I often wondered through my early years, “Is this was all life had to offer?”. Work a mundane job and have an apartment and try to stay afloat. I struggled a lot mentally through my formative years. Having nowhere to turn to or anyone to talk to I became so lost. And realized how alone some of us really are in this world. Forced to make mistakes after mistake before figuring out the best way or solution to a problem. And then eventually after so many mistakes and trial and error, there comes a point in time where you reach your boiling point. I had reached mine somewhere in my mid-twenties. I quit my job, I had outgrown, one morning right before a shift. I thought to myself, “this can’t be it, this can’t be what I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing.” That night I revisited an old dream of mine becoming a Flight Attendant. I had only been on an aircraft maybe three times before this point, but I didn’t care. I applied to three different small airlines I had never even heard of before. I eventually got job offers from three of them and I decided that I’d go with the airline that wouldn’t have me being the only Flight Attendant on an aircraft operating a flight. Early on in my now 5 years of flying, I knew this was the ultimate career for me. I knew that if someone were to ask me what I wanted to be, like all those years ago, I knew my answer and I’d mean it this time. I made the decision to pivot and finish my secondary education in a field that felt rewarding to me. I felt like I had a sense of purpose. Being a first-generation student and the only person in my family to study Aviation I felt intimidated. I still do. But I push It aside and remember what drives me and motivates me. I’d like to make my grandmother proud, my thirteen nieces and nephews, and ultimately myself. It is my goal to give back to the community. For those with no guidance and no help or nowhere to turn to. I’d like to help others realize their potential early. This is what I’d like to accomplish.

I am going to become apart of the less than 1%. Less than 1% of pilots in America are Black Woman. I discovered my passion for flying long before I even knew it existed. When I was younger I always loved being on a swing-set and looking up at the sky. Not necessarily staring at anything in particular but I lived for that feeling of being able to soar through the air and feeling like I was never going to stop. Then ultimately feeling that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as the swing dropped back down and I’d ultimately kick my feet back up and began to soar again. Growing up living my grandmother, who did the best she could feeding and clothing 7 children who weren’t her own, I never really thought much about my future or any “dream career”. I said whatever people wanted to hear when they ask the age old question of, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, or “what are you going to college for?”. My answer, as always, super generic but plausible. “Business.” I’d say or “Lawyer.”, just to say something. But truthfully I didn’t know. I didn’t have a passion or want to do either of those things. I often wondered through my years of this was all life had to offer. Work a mundane job and have an apartment and try to stay a float. I struggled a lot mentally through my formative years. Having nowhere to turn to or anyone to talk to I became so lost. And realized how alone some of us really are in this world. Forced to make mistake after mistake before figuring out the best way or solution for a problem. And then eventually after so many mistakes and trial and error, there comes a point in time where you reach your boiling point. I had reached mine somewhere in my mid twenties. I quit my job, I had outgrown, one morning right before a shift. I thought to myself, “this can’t be it, this can’t be what I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing.” That night I revisited an old dream of mine of becoming a Flight Attendant. I had only been on an aircraft maybe three times before this point but I didn’t care. I applied to three different small airlines I had never even heard of before. I eventually got job offers from three of them and I decided that I’d go with the airline that wouldn’t have me being the only Flight Attendant on an aircraft operating a flight. Early on in my now 5 years of flying, I knew this was the ultimate career for me. I knew that if someone where to ask me what I wanted to be, like all those years ago, I knew my answer and I’d actually mean this time. I made the decision to pivot and finish my secondary education in a field that felt rewarding to me. I felt like I had a sense of purpose. Being a first generation student and the only person in my family to study Aviation I felt intimidated. I still do. But I push It aside and remember what drives me and motivates me. I’d like to make my grandmother proud, my thirteen nieces and nephews, and ultimately myself. It is my goal to give back to the community. For those with no guidance and no help or nowhere to turn to. I’d like to help others realize their potential early. This is what I’d like to accomplish.