My mother was a pilot.
She flew Cessnas back in the 1980s.
Whenever I would ask her about it, she would talk about it as if it were some frivolous, silly thing. That is, until I told her I wanted to be a pilot. That I wanted to fly Cessnas.
Yes, I want to be a bush pilot. I want to fly people out into the middle of nowhere, go on adventures up in the sky, and I want to write about my adventures. My big dream is to see the world from up above and chronicle it all.
My hands aren’t working right now, but I’ll close out with some wisdom from Disney’s Cinderella:
“Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true”
For now, I have Google Earth Pro’s flight simulator. With my hand’s being messed up I keep crashing my little propeller plane. Maybe once Bear and I get through these crazy medical bills, I can get a joystick.
Keep dreaming, and I’ll see you on the skyways.