In the Headlights of a Plane


Don't Land On Me

Don't Land On Me

The other night I was out walking and a plane flew overhead.  For about 3 seconds, for some reason, the headlights on that plane shone down on me.  It was so strange…I felt like I should throw up my arms and freeze, I swear.  It only lasted that three seconds but it was the first time in my life that I’d been in a plane’s headlights.  We don’t live that far from the airport as the crow flies.  I saw my shadow in front of me and heard the plane overhead and in the eight seconds that it takes many thoughts to run through your mind, I thought, “Oh my God, I’m about to be arrested!”

Now I’ve never been arrested, came close once, but that’s because I was defending my brother’s honor.  Oh, that and a few other things that happened that night that I won’t go into here. That was a very long time ago and it ended up that two of my brothers went to jail because of my being such a mouthy b**ch.  Huh?  Me?  haha.  They ended up defending MY honor.  It was a bar on the northside, let’s just say that.  I still have my card to get in.  I turned 18 in that bar.  Back when 18 was a legal drinking age…it’s nickname was “Happy Cracks.” LOLOL!

I looked up at the plane as the lights hit me and I saw the lights on it shift and then aim forward towards the airport.  Now why did that plane pick that particular moment to aim their headlights down?  I know they did not see me, they could care less about scaring the bejesus out of me, yet it seemed so peculiar that their headlights hit me just as I was walking down the driveway.   For that brief instant, even my dog following me stopped.  She saw it too.  The lights were very bright and they spotlighted me as if I were on a stage.

I kept on walking and looking at the plane and wondering where the people in there were coming from.  Heck, probably Atlanta.  Isn’t that where all the planes either come or go?  LOL

It’d be nice to be prepared if it ever happens again.  The next time I’ll be sure to wave and dance.


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