Dear Author Who Isn’t Really Empty,
I know how you feel. I know, people say that all the time but really, I know just how you feel. I remember when my CFI had me try a stall for the first time. It was a good flying day, clear sky, no wind. The 152 was humming along. Okay, humming is too nice a word. Flying in the 152 is like being locked in a metal shed with a lawnmower going full blast. But that’s okay. I liked the noise. I liked that I had to concentrate on the voice in the headset for any directions from my CFI in the seat next to me. I liked feeling the power of plane vibrate all around me. With my hands on the yoke and my feet on the rudders I could feel the airplane hum up from my fingertips and down to my toes. It made my whole body come alive. It made me FEEL alive.
Stall practice was the only time I’ve been flying that I felt like I might need a barf bag.
First we were drifting then all at once the stall horn blared and the right wing dropped. I thought for sure we were going to go into a spin and I was praying my CFI would be able to yank us out of it before we crashed.
Maybe you think my CFI was crazy to have me do something that sounds so dangerous but the way he explained it to me made sense. He said you do stalls in practice so you can avoid them in real life.
So maybe writing my story is like stall practice for you.
What do you think?
Signed,
Flyboy
Dear Author With Too Many Ideas,
No problem, I understand. I’m composting right now.
Signed,
Plant kid
Dear Author Putting 2 + 2 Together,
The answer is yes.
But please don’t ask me to talk about my sister yet. I’m not ready.
Signed,
Frankie
Okay, so here’s my question for Flyboy. Why do you like the noise? What is the noise letting you NOT listen to?
He’s right, I think. If you take on the Stall when you choose (like writing this story!), you have SOME control and are less likely to truly crash. Go for it.
That’s a good question Becky. I don’t know the answer to it yet but I know it’s important.
When I saw CFI, I wondered where I’d seen those initials before…
My Dad (stepfather) was a CFI in the Marines during WWII. He told my mother–many years later–he somewhat resented being stuck stateside having to only train fighter pilots rather than be one himself.
Anyhow, that was a little “mind-flight” I took reading your post.
Re: When I saw CFI, I wondered where I’d seen those initials before…
Oh man, I bet that stuck in his craw (another one of my grandmother’s sayings) for a long time. I love seeing where my post took you.
Oh, I LOVE Plant Kid’s post today! It’s so Zen. Yeah, Flyboy is great too. But there’s something just so darn practical and constructive about “I’m composting right now.”
I know, Plant Kid just keeps surprising me. Every time I think I can push him to the background a little, boom, he gives me compost.