Have you ever had an experience that inspired you to do something… maybe something you’d thought of doing, but never got around to because (let’s be honest) ‘real life’ kept getting in the way? Me too! I’ve always wanted to fly and even wanted to be a fighter pilot (this was in the age when a female fighter pilot was extremely rare). In fact I had a recruiter for the Air Force Academy at my disposal if I’d just taken that leap of faith and not listened to a bitter middle aged councilor at my High School (I wanted to eventually become an astronaut… she said I “didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell” of getting into the Academy). So, one thing after another and I still don’t have my pilot’s license, but I still wish I did… which is ironic since I can’t stand commercial flights (that’s another story, for another time). Sure, there’s been times that I tossed the idea around. I even got information about ComAir where they’d send me to school, and if given a job through them I could pay off the student loan through their payroll deduction (if I didn’t get a job… 40k in debt – ack!). Hmmm… a single mom, two kids, and I was going to uproot us for a possibility… uh… no. Thanks, though! Then I thought I could learn to fly a helicopter and maybe, someday, become a part of LifeFlight… but this time, I had my dear old dad ‘reason’ me out of it. Funny how that happens at times, huh?
So when my daughter and I participated in an event promoting International Women’s Day, it hit me… hard; I want to fly so I can help people get the equipment, teams, supplies to those who need them. As one of the speakers explained, the cost of flying is expensive and it limits how much their group can really do. Of all the things that I think of when I hear about groups going to help war-torn countries and/or people suffering from natural disasters, flight costs don’t even register to me. Now isn’t that ridiculous? Especially how often people complain about air travel as it is, and with gas prices going up it’s only going to get worse. Donating my time might not seem like a big deal, but I’m hopeful that it’ll make enough of a difference that more people can be helped in the long run… let’s call it the ripple effect, shall we?
Amazing how one moment can rekindle a spark that had been long forgotten. How about you? What dreams have been put to the side because someone told you that it wouldn’t be worth it, you couldn’t do it, or even the infamous scoff, ‘yeah, right!’? Don’t you think it’s time to mute those voices like we do those annoying infomercials, and finally listen to the one inside you that says, “Yes, I can… and I will!”? I do! And I am!