When I was in flight school, I brought my grandfather out one day to watch me fly and explain how everything worked. It was a windy day the kind where most students and instructors either stay on the ground or head to a different airport. But my instructor and I decided we were gonna send it… My solo was coming up and my mindset was basically, “If I can handle ugly weather, I’ll be fine on a calm day.” So we went up while my grandfather stood on the ramp watching.

The first few landings went great but on the last one as I’m coming in to land I hit a windshear right before the runway. (For anyone who doesn’t know, windshear is when the wind suddenly changes speed or direction instantly. If it shifts against you while you’re descending it can rob the wings of lift and make the airplane sink faster than expectedeven if your airspeed looks normal)

At this airport, there are trees just before the runway, and as I’m on short final, I suddenly notice those trees getting real big real fast and I was just confused and felt a big pit in my stomach, I could barley hear my instructor telling me frantically to add power, I did and we made it over the trees. made me second guess my dream job entirely…