From below, All looked noRmal. The Radar was tracking a regular course for the aircraft. Those looking up saw the familiar vapor trail. But in the cockpit all was not as normal. The captain was unwell and unable to contribute to the handling of the aircraft and the co-pilot had lost his confidence. The Co-pilot was praying hard asking God for favor to make the right decisions. His landing was textbook perfect. He brought the aircraft into its bay and the doctor and ambulance people admitted to assist the stricken pilot. At last the co-pilot could relax and savor the safe landing. After that day he made a point of thanking God every day for his favor.
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