Well, it has taken me a few days to find time to sit down and write this blog entry. There has been a lot going on with the Greenwoods. I have been helping a friend get ready for her wedding at the end of the month by helping her get decorations bought/made. This has been a GREAT experience for me because it has allowed me to use my creative side. I have also been planning and getting ready to start the 2015-2016 school year on Monday. Not to mention the everyday activities of cooking meals, hanging out with the Hooties, running errands, etc. And then there is the waiting...waiting to hear from the church in VA that Chris has been interviewing with to see if he will be the next pastor. So, as you can see we have been staying pretty busy. But on August 23rd, we did find some time for me to check something off my "if I ever have time and the opportunity to do..." list of things I would like to do. That morning started off like any other morning...OK, not really since the search committee from the church in VA was in town to interview Chris and listen to him preach, but the line made a good beginning to this story! :) So, we were at church enjoying a biscuit breakfast and fellowshipping with our friend, Bob. You see, Bob owns his own two-seater airplane. And you know what makes this story even better? The fact that Bob built this airplane! While Chris and Bob were talking, Bob asked Chris if I would like to go up in the airplane this afternoon. Now, a few months back we were at Bob's house for a youth event and I mentioned how I have always wanted to go flying and he offered to take me up some time. Well, August 23rd was the day, and I was willing to do what I needed to get to that airport! So, after church we brought the Hooties home to give them a nap. I tried to take a nap, but my excitement was too much to sleep! After the Hooties got up, we loaded them in the car and we headed to the airport.
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| This is me...unable to contain my excitement! |
On my way to the airport, I called my parents to tell them what I was about to do. I could tell that they were excited for me, but at the same time I could hear a hint of worry in their voices. You see, on August 8, 1992 my brother was killed in a small plane while living in Hawaii. No matter how old your children are, a parent never stops worrying about the safety of their child(ren). There was a part of me that was worried, too. But I knew I had to get on that plane because it was something I wanted to do for the longest time and I didn't want to have any regrets because worry won out.
As we got closer to the airport, I was talking non-stop. All Chris was do was laugh at me which was very gracious since I kept telling him how to get to the airport. He told me that he was seeing the same signs that I was seeing and just giggled.
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| Me arriving at the airport! |
We got to the airport a little before Bob did, so we just looked around and got to see a couple of planes take off. Once he got there we headed to the hanger and got to see his plane. He explained what he was doing and why he was doing it...a great school lesson for the Hooties. Then it was time to take the plane out of the hanger
Chris and the Hooties headed back to the lounge, so we could begin our flight.
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| Me and Bob |
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| I don't think my smile could get any bigger! |
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| Getting ready to take off |
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| Enjoying God's beautiful creation |
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| Up in the sky |
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| I got to fly the plane all by myself! |
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| Coming in for a landing |
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| There's the runway |
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| Thanks, Bob, for making one of my dreams come true! |
So, as you can see, I had an AMAZING experience! Not only did I get to ride in a two-seater plane, I had the opportunity to fly it!!!! We do some acrobats...the best roller coaster ride ever! But the best part of this opportunity was to experience something that my brother LOVED doing...flying in a plane. While I was looking around at God's creation, I knew exactly why he loved flying so much. Thanks, Bob, for giving me that experience and understand who my brother was a little bit better!
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