Flying has always been an act of faith. You’re at 30,000 feet in turbulent air or landing or taking off in bad weather … sure, you get a little nervous but you take comfort in believing that the pilots are as eager to land safely as you are. I still believe that’s true. But I’d be lying if I said my faith hasn’t been shaken just a bit. The next time I board a flight and walk past the pilots going through their pre-flight routine, I’ll be wondering what kind of a life they’ve been having. That’s a sorrowful thing.