He was shipped to Philippines for training soon after and when he came back with his license, he immediately started looking for jobs.
But things took a turn one night when he decided to go out with his friends. We started to get worried when he still wasn’t back by midnight. My dad looked at me and said, ‘I think he’s gotten into an accident.’ And just then, a car pulled up with my brother inside! His kneecap was completely bent backward and bleeding –– his bike was nowhere to be found. We immediately rushed him to the hospital — he was in a lot of pain and had to get screws in his foot. His recovery was going to take a long time. And we realized that he might have to give up on his dream.
While I was terrified of that possibility, I had never felt so thankful that my brother had somehow survived this terrible accident. It was a miracle. But, because of his recovery time, he had to stay at home and go for physiotherapy while watching his friends become pilots.
In those 6 years, our bond became stronger… I don’t think anyone’s witnessed the amount of pain he has gone through. It was easy for people to throw comments like ‘Ab Aman kya karega?’ But only I could see the tears that those comments caused. He couldn’t handle the pain of losing everything that he had built himself up for, so he turned to alcohol.
At this point, my career had taken off, and while everyone was calling to congratulate my father for my successes, they always mentioned my brother’s so-called “failures”— why do people always find the need to compare? Why can’t everyone have their own journey?
And then somehow he snapped — frustrated with all the chatter he decided to prove himself. He left drinking, picked up the pieces and started working as the ground staff for an airline.
And in all this time, he never really gave up on his dream of becoming a pilot, for which he worked twice as hard. Soon after, he found a vacancy for an airline and applied for it. He cleared all his exams, went for the training again and finally got the position! The four of us celebrated with a pizza party at home –– it was the best night!
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I’ve always been proud to call Aman my brother, but after the way he’s turned his life around, I’m in complete awe of him. For someone who has had to give up on his dream and build himself back up all over again, he can’t be labeled as anything but a hero –– and now he can fly too! He’s most definitely Superman!”