By Garvee Tobin
I took off alone in a Cessna 172 filled with the familiar rush that accompanies solo flight. There’s such peace in being alone 2,000 feet above the ground. Here, I can view the world from a different perspective. This is why I fly. That one afternoon, my euphoria was pierced by a noise in my headset. I checked the instruments: altimeter was steady; electrical circuits working; air speed at 100kph. Then I looked out the windshield only to see a plane headed straight towards me. What if? If my headset batteries hadn’t gone out that day, what would have signaled disaster?