Why You Should Learn To Fly.
No. Why you must learn to Fly.
About half way through I remembered one of my dreams that I had given up on, to fly and as this course is all about achieving and living your dreams. I decided along with my partner at the time to learn to fly. We went along to our local airfield Wellesbourne and booked a lesion with Wellesbourne Aviation, it was booked for a few days later.
It was an event that changed my life and allowed me to experience some of the most amazing pleasures, joys and excitements I have so far experienced. I got way outside my comfort zones and experienced many things that I would not have been able to know in any other way. I got to know some amazing new friends and instructors who were, and still are amazing souls. I also got to meet up with an old friend, one who I had not seen for many lifetimes, Rick.
I also had the privilege of meeting and helping some amazing new clients, airline pilots, military pilots, private pilots and students who were having glitches while flying or learning to fly, who trusted a fellow aviator. Someone who at least understood their world and fears and concerns, someone who could teach them what they had to do to overcome their problems.
For me this was a big warm fuzzy. Along the way I had to face and overcome my own limitations, being incompetent, face concerns over life and death, face my own inner demons and destroy them, fears, worries and anxieties. Learning to fly is a great way to become more responsible and gaining personal power in your life.
It did take a while to rebuild the MW5 and I sold her soon afterwards. She is still flying. I will do an article about it. Thankfully my instructor at the time, a very switched on guy, after I had dragged my smashed plane back to the hanger, on my own.
Said to me " you ok." I replied "a bit shaken up, but fine thanks." As a great instructor he said. "Lets go flying then" and we did.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr