I didn’t grow up dreaming of becoming a pilot.

In fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind,

I was raised in a conservative religious community in Israel, where flying an airplane wasn’t something people like me did.

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My first connection to aviation came when I started working at an airline, first as a crew assignment coordinator and later as an aircraft dispatcher. The more time I spent around airplanes and pilots, the more I found myself wondering:

What if this could be me?

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When I finally told people about my new dream, almost no one believed it was possible. And honestly, I understood why...

I had no money, no family in the industry, and no clear path forward.

But that only made me more determined.

I trained first in Israel and later in the United States, and my journey was anything but easy. There were moments of uncertainty, loneliness, and self-doubt, but also unforgettable moments of pride and joy.