arrived home about 0600 friday morning. while in manassas, my 9 year old called me and told me about tornadoes in our area. after checking and receiving another call from a friend, i found out that there was active tornadic activity in our area. i called the owner of the company and told him where i was and what my concerns were. he was going to watch the weather channel and get on his computer and let me know if anything serious was in my path. my phone never rang. i told my son not to worry, dad was coming home and i was bringing all my passengers home and i was going to do it safely. i have a healthy respect for life. i once had a flight instructor tell me from day one his plan was to go home to his family every night. i figured with that philosophy, i was going to go home too. in other words, he would do all he could to stay alive. some of my previous instructors attitudes were “we all gotta die sometime”. not very comforting your first time up.
anyway, he was concerned and told me he did not want to lose his dad. he wanted me to come home again. alive. he couldn’t say what he was feeling but i was able to figure it out. when your kids tell you that, it gets kinda sloppy if you know what i mean.
the trip back was fairly uneventful. we ran into some heavy rain but little wind. that prayer stuff works.
by the way, i saw geese earlier in the day!!!
until next time...
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