A fews weeks ago, I wrote about Michael and his being apprehensive about flying and how he had overcome that fear. (I encourage you to read that hilarious acount if you haven’t already.) He has continued his flying lessons, has now soloed, and in the typical routine after such a flight had his shirt cut off. I wasn’t there and didn’t think to ask, so I don’t know if the instructor does the cutting or if there are other pilots who join in this celebratory ritual.
His complete change in attitude about flying is amazing to me, and when he told me a few weeks ago that he was buying a plane, I really was astonished, for I clearly recall his extreme fear of flying in years past. But he has skipped from fear to joy and now spends lots of time zipping through the beautiful and clear skies around Lake Havasu. Our RV park is not far from the airport, so he often flies over our space, and once he dipped his wings as we watched.
Watch out for Mike and his yellow 4 place Cessna, for he may soon be scatting over your airspace. “I’ll take you places, Mom,” he said not long ago. “As soon as I am licensed to carry passengers, we will all go somewhere.”
Off to Santa Maria I travel later this week. Hey, wouldn’t it be great if it were in a cute yellow Cessna.
My daily devotional is here.