I realize that I haven’t explained anything about my work background. I am an Air Force trained Biomedical Equipment Technician, in other words, I can repair medical equipment. I’ve been doing just that for the last 30 years. My specialties are anesthesia machines and bedside monitoring. Although I’ve specialized over the last 15 years, I’ve worked on just about everything at some point along the way. I only stayed in the Air Force one term but pursued my career in the civilian work force afterwards.
Somedays flying is just about having fun even if you’re training. The last lesson was frustrating and today I’m determined to just enjoy being back in the air.
Awe, the fog, she be the devil today. I was scheduled for an 8 am flight but Robert called early and rescheduled me for 1:30 pm because we had such poor visibility this morning. I miss the early flight but will be glad to be back in the air today at least. It’s been seven days since my last flight, partly because of the weather and partly because of scheduling issues.
I love the Disney movie Ratatouille, not only because of how it expresses a love of food in a way that I can relate to but because of Remy and his wonderful outlook on life. Remy’s passion and enthusiasm are infectious. As the movie progresses, he doesn’t change regardless of the situation, but he affects almost everyone he comes in contact with along the way. His passion for food overflows to every part of him, to everything he thinks, smells and sees. He lives and breathes food and it’s his life.
This is how I want to be seen when it comes to flying; passionate, driven and infectious to the point that others who might not know it yet would be drawn to this world above the ground too. I know I have always had my eyes on the sky and that I didn’t even consider learning to fly till now but it doesn’t mean that I haven’t always had a passion for it.
I’ve been waiting my whole life to do a ‘touch and go!’ I used to watch the planes at night while sitting near the runway on base doing touch and go’s when I was in the Air Force. The C-5’s practiced at Sheppard AFB back when I was there for training and I was amazed at how slow it looked when they were coming in and landing and taking off again immediately. I’ve never forgotten what that looked and sounded like back when I was there. The C-5 is a monster of a plane. I got to walk into one at an airshow once. I remember there being a ladder to the cockpit that looked like it was stories above the deck. I have been in awe of them for their sheer size for as long as I can remember.
Check out this video of the C-5 taking off, what a beast!
Today is my first road trip or you might say flight trip. I have 5.7 hours on my log book now. We taxied out and I got us airborne. It’s still an amazing feeling for me that I can put an airplane in the air. We headed towards Monroe for my first flight trip to a control towered airport. The sky was beautiful and it made for an amazing backdrop.
A long night of heavy rain made for an incredibly foggy morning. I was scheduled for an 8 am flight. I showed up and knew when I arrived that visibility was a problem and that we wouldn’t be flying today. Instead of it being a wasted day, Robert used this time for some more in-depth ground training.
The thought of not ever flying again makes me feel empty inside. I’ve never felt so alive as when I’m in control of an aircraft. There is something about it that wakes my soul and burns hot in my chest; a longing that I didn’t know was even there until I flew a plane for the first time.
Now, when I’m away from it, I long to be back there even if it’s just at the airport to see the planes or run my fingers across a wing. It satisfies and delights my soul.
The thrill of putting a plane in the air, of guiding it across the skies is unlike anything else I’ve experienced. There is a magic in every plane, each with its own personality and temperament. They come alive just like me when the engine fires and the prop turns. I’m certain they long to be in the air as much as I do. They were made to fly and I believe I am meant to be their guide.
It’s a fascinating journey that I’m on and it kindles a fire deep inside of me; embers that apparently always burned that once ignited won’t be diminished but are fanned by every moment that I think about the wonders of flying.
The view from the cockpit is unbelievable this evening. Glancing out of the window I see the sun bidding me farewell behind billowing clouds. I wish that I could share this with you but a picture just wouldn’t do it justice even if I could stop long enough to snap a quick shot.
My first evening flight is scheduled for 7:30pm. An afternoon thunderstorm rolled through about 5:30 and moved on to the East leaving behind cooler temperatures and clear, smooth skies. I was eager to get to the airport and get back in the air; it’s the one thing that calls to me, beckoning for my return. I can never get back there fast enough!