My first “real” flying job. After many years of flight instructing I had finally got my big break flying passengers. On a 19 seater aircraft in Thunder Bay, Ontario. I packed my beater car to the roof, and only drove during daylight hours to avoid hitting any wild animals I might not see at night. It was tough working and living in those harsh winters. But, the experience I gained was priceless. Since then my career has skyrocketed.
What’s my point?
All you need is that ONE big break. ONE person to say yes. Then everything gets easier from there. If you’re staring out and you feel stuck. Don’t give up.
Keep going!