Sean was the person this is for
Everything below is Sean's own story, in his words. It's the entire reason there's a program at all.
I was terrified of flying. Not mildly. Terrified enough that I kept missing out on traveling and seeing the world, and eventually I got fed up with myself about it.
Everyone says the same thing: the more you fly, the more you get used to it. Fine. So I went looking for short practice flights. And I found out fast that finding a flight short enough not to terrify me was both hard and expensive. I didn't want to be strapped into a two hour flight, spending real money to sit there scared, and come off the other end with the fear worse than when I got on.
So I sat with it for a while. And then two things occurred to me at once.
There's an airport right down the street from me. Doylestown Airport.
And my good friend Harry is an Air Force pilot.
So I asked Harry if we could go up for five minutes. Just five. He said yes. There was only one catch: it wouldn't be in a normal airplane. It would be a tiny two-seat Cessna.
Which, I'll be honest, sounded like a terrible idea. If I'm afraid of big commercial jets, how is climbing into a tiny plane supposed to help? Wouldn't it make everything worse?
Maybe. Maybe not. But I had no other options and I refused to spend the rest of my life afraid of flying. And then I had the thought I couldn't shake:
What if facing my fear in a tiny plane made me feel twice as comfortable in a big one?
Here's the part that made it possible. The small plane was scary, but only for five minutes. That was the key. I knew I'd be back on the ground in five minutes.
And in those five minutes, I was in the cockpit. I was sitting next to the pilot, talking to him. I could see and feel exactly how the airplane worked, and every bit of it was explained to me as it happened. I felt like a copilot, because technically I was one. It was like riding in the passenger seat of a car, except in the air.
It was a little bumpy at first. But the turbulence honestly felt no different from a big plane. The flight was smooth, it was fun, and it was over in exactly five minutes.
Three months later I had a four hour flight to a wedding in the middle of the country. I was so comfortable at the airport and on the plane that I actually enjoyed the time traveling. Imagine that. Enjoying flying.
This may not be for everyone. Maybe you're reading this thinking "that's nice, but I'm good," and that's completely fine. But ask yourself one question honestly: has anything else worked, and do you have any real plan to deal with this in the future?
If the answer is no, then this takes five minutes of bravery.
You might come out the other side exactly the same person. Or you might come out ready to travel the world. I think it's worth five minutes to find out which one you are.

