Our grandson had the opportunity to realize a dream yesterday. From the time he was a little boy, he's talked about being a pilot. Not a huge surprise since he spent so much time on airplanes from the time he was very young flying to far away places like Shanghai and Belgium to visit his Dad.
It's been awhile since he has allowed himself to dream big. Since his Dad passed away, his life has been in limbo. Not planned, not unplanned... just in a holding pattern. Up in that Cessna yesterday, he began to think he could do this, make this his career- fly for a living. After all his Uncle David has done just that for years with Southwest Airlines.
All along we have it inside us the ability to achieve greatness. It lays dormant for years until someone or something lights a fire in our hearts. Never far away, our Guardian Angels are there to cheer us on. It's not going to be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is. But one flight and then another, he'll reach that dream. Holding patterns in the air mean circles, not a good thing. We're seeing Blue Skies ahead!
