I cautiously boarded a Southwest Airlines flight from Austin to Phoenix last Thursday, two days after the horrific engine failure that took the life of Jennifer Riordan, a bank executive and mother of two. I quickly found myself a window seat like a normally do but this one was the second row, much closer to the front of the plane than I usually get. I guess more people were choosing aisle seats that week.
The story of the dramatic emergency landing by Navy veteran Tammi Jo Shults captured my attention and made me reflect on what it means to be a hero.
The news of the tragic event hit home for me since I have been flying on Southwest in window seats overlooking the engine numerous times this year. The details of how the plane was forced to make a harrowing and rapid descent after one of the engines exploded in midair was chilling to say the least.
Hero is a word that gets used a lot in the news today and is often associated with masculine acts of strength and bravery. Stereotypes and Google images bring up muscled men with capes.
Stereotypes Shattered in desert wars and at 30,000 feet
My experience and observations on the battlefield during the first Persian Gulf war were that the women Army officers and non-commissioned officers (NCOs) I served with in the US Amy were rocks- strong and solid leaders who were calm under pressure and seemingly less agitated than their male counterparts.
Last week, I was most impressed by the calm and collected voice of Southwest Captain Tammi Jo in comparison to the stressed and strained vocals of the man communicating with her from Air Traffic Control. The former F-18 fighter pilot was composed, steady and in control of the situation. Her skill, professionalism and “nerves of steel” were recorded for everyone to hear and I loved it!
And then there was Peggy Phillips, the confidence and self-assured Registered Nurse who performed over 20 minutes of CPR on the battered and severely injured Jennifer Riordan. There was no question, no hesitation- Peggy just launched into action doing what she was trained to do.
When praised and called heroes these woman replied that they were “simply doing their jobs”. These women were doing what they were trained to do, performing at the high standard they set for themselves.
Yes, Tammi Jo and Peggy did their jobs that day with the strength and the skill of true professionals. True heroines who were calm and steady and refreshingly humble.
Imagine a world without heroes. I can’t because I know too many strong, capable women. Women who are Mothers and above all else love, support and nurture their children. Women who make sacrifices to give their families the best that they can.
The Mothers I know may not be piloting a plane in an emergency landing but day in and day out they work their asses off and make a positive difference in their kid’s lives. Just like my Mom did for me and my siblings.
Mothers are Heroes. Women like my Mom, Virginia; my sister, Barbara; my niece, Heather; my sisters-in-law, Shanon and Katie and my dear friends Andrea and Marie. They all have and continue to impress me.
They are the unsung heroines of the never-ending drama and psychological thriller we know as life.
These heroes may not wear capes but I can visualize a large “S” across each of their chests. They are more than Super, they are Supreme.
The Super Hero Mothers I know and had the great honor of being raised by may not have piloted an F-18 or a Boeing 737 but they are masterfully navigating, guiding and steering their families under enormous amounts of stress, pressure and sometimes chaos.
It is these women that I deeply respect. It is to these heroes that I salute.
I thank Tammi Jo Shults and Peggy Phillips for their skills and bravery last week on Southwest flight 1380 for they have rekindled in me the passion and motivation to appreciate and recognize all the calm, steady and strong heroes in our midst.