My Story

I grew up in Liberia. As a boy in Phebe, where my father lived, I used to watch the church airplane take off and land. I never rode in it. I didn't truly understand flying until I came to the United States, and when I finally did, it left me gripping the armrest on every descent. I asked doctors. I searched for answers. Every time, I heard the same thing: "It's normal." I refused to accept that. I went looking for real answers. What I found changed everything about how I fly, and now I'm sharing it with you.