This photo has a story behind it. My entire life I've had an intrest in anything that could fly, you name it I could probably give you the rundown on it. Anything from commercial airliners to your basic single engine aircraft.Then I started to grow out of that phase of my youth, not because I wanted to but there were more pressing issues to think about than something flying right over my head. My father's health had started to decline significantly and my focus shifted from the inner workings of an airplane to just wrapping my head around all the medical terms and procedures being done to him. Looking back on that, I was doing what a scared kid would do.10 year old me assumed what I was supposed to do, not show any fear because I'd look weak to my father. Yeah, a lot to take in at 7 in the morning but bear with me if you will. Fast forward 9 and a half years and I'm stuck in a rut, I try many different things but nothing seems catch my intrest. All this is taking place in December and I can't seem to catch a break, then an old face I haven't seen in awhile pops into my head. It's my father, I feel terrible admitting this but I haven't visited his grave in a long time. That night I sit down and talk with my mother and start going through old photos and she pulls this newspaper clipping out of a box and hands it to me. To put it into words I felt something switch back on inside me. The next morning is probably what decided my path, I phoned around town contacting schools and scheduled a discovery flight with my current CFI. Now comes the fun part, the day of the flight I have no clue what I'm doing. I haven't even looked Into what I need to begin flight training, but to my surprise I felt at ease sitting in the right seat of the r44. We get back down and chat for a bit and then I head on home. It was then I remembered what 10 year old me felt like before the serious face and attitude. Look forward 7 months and here we are, I'm happy and content with what I'm doing.
The best part and jokingly ofc, How often do you see a teenagers name put the fear of God in an old timers eyes. I'm talking to You Danny.