A young blonde pilot is beginning flying lessons and is in a two-seater airplane with just the instructor pilot.
He has a heart attack and dies.
The frantic young blonde pilot calls out a May Day.
“May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! My instructor pilot had a heart attack and is dead, and I don’t know how to fly.
I’m just learning to be a pilot. Help me! Please help me!”
She hears a voice over the radio saying:
“This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear.
I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground.
I’ve had a lot of experience with this kind of problem.
Now, just take a deep breath. Everything will be fine!
Is the plane flying level?
Is the instructor pilot strapped in his seat?
Just give me your height and position.”
She says, “I’m 5’4″ and I’m in the front seat.”
* * * * * * *
(After a long pause)
“O.K.” says the voice on the radio…
“Now, repeat after me:”
“Our Father Who art in Heaven… … …”