The Pain of Aviation

Aviation...explaining it with words is very difficult. From that first flight you never look to the sky the with the same eyes. you see something most other earth bound humans just cannot see. For many aviation becomes a passion, maybe even an obsession. I have a friend who is a Doctor in St Louis, his wife jokes he doesn't have platelets in his blood he has planelets. He is passionate about flying. Put two pilots who do not know each together, and suddenly they can talk for hours, as if they have known each other forever. Get a group together, their like a family. When you get that news that of your fellow aviators dies, it's like a family member dies.
I frequent an aviation forum on the internet. jetcareers.com This morning I found out one of our brothers took his last flight. I have not found out the details yet. really it does not matter. Yet! I will eventually look into and try to read the NTSB report, because every accident is a learning experience, and we we learn something, hopefully we will be able to prevent another such accident.
I did not know Ben personally. Only by his "screen name" on the forum. He was a great guy from what I could tell. Loved his family, and was passionate about flying.

I have lost a few friends now to aviation, it's never easy. I have to admit when I took off today in the C182 I had to test fly I had a lump in my throat and my thoughts where with Ben's Family, and my own. I had that "what if it had been me" thought. What if it had been my family that just had their world pulled out from under them.

I have to remind myself that our time here is short, God can call us home any time. It really doesn't matter what we doing, I believe when it's out time its our time. It still doesn't make it easy.

Flyer's Prayer
By Patrick J. Phillips

When this life I'm in is done,
And at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all
His questions on command.

I doubt He'll ask me of my fame,
Or all the things I knew,
Instead, He'll ask of rainbows sent
On rainy days I flew.

The hours logged, the status reached,
The ratings will not matter.
He'll ask me if I saw the rays
And how He made them scatter.

Or what about the droplets clear,
I spread across your screen?
And did you see the twinkling eyes.
If student pilots keen?

The way your heart jumped in your chest,
That special solo day-
Did you take time to thank the one
Who fell along the way?

Remember how the runway lights
Looked one night long ago
When you were lost and found your way,
And how-you still don't know?

How fast, how far, how much, how high?
He'll ask me not these things
But did I take the time to watch
The moonbeams wash my wings?

And did you see the patchwork fields
And mountains I did mould;
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,
Of these did I behold?

The wind he flung along my wings,
On final almost stalled.
And did I know I it was His name,
That I so fearfully called?

And when the goals are reached at last,
When all the flying's done,
I'll answer Him with no regret-
Indeed, I had some fun.

So when these things are asked of me,
And I can reach no higher,
My prayer this day - His hand extends
To welcome home a Flyer.


God Speed Ben...Please everyone keep Ben's family in your prayers. The will need them!