the miracle of human flight that lets me be home with my family for Thanksgiving. Yesterday, I was sitting in an airport in Salt Lake City, and now I am typing from the comfort of my own bed.
Every time I get on a plane, I feel like I'm taking part of something amazing. I know that I'm literally going to be flying through the clouds. I'm thankful that I can take a 2 hour flight instead of a 16 hour drive to get home. It's so cool!
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I was just bouncing around and found this post. That clip was hilarious! I will never take flying for granted again.
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