3D Life
November 20, 2015
I first saw it on a winter day. We sat in the Cessna 172 cockpit, 1,000 feet above a white ridge. The propeller pulled us
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I first saw it on a winter day. We sat in the Cessna 172 cockpit, 1,000 feet above a white ridge. The propeller pulled us
Every pilot carries a bag. Some big, stuffed. Others small, concise. As an instructor, I carried headset, ear plugs, sun glasses, local chart, lesson plan,
Aviation ranks as one of the most conservative activities on the planet. In the beginning, all flights were experiments. Enough succeeded to encourage more tries,
Each of us pilots has our own secret gulp moment. A time when, despite training, diligence, and confidence, a voice in the back of our
The call came at a bad time. We’d loaded the airplane and buckled in three passengers. I was just climbing into the cockpit. Pancho hurried
I was MAF’s Ecuador Program Manager stationed in the Andean mountain city of Quito when a mission director asked for a special flight. Two days
Ajay, our guide, led Regina and me down an alley in New Delhi, India. The Sunday morning air carried typical India smog in a narrow
When opposites collide, fragments fly. Order degenerates to chaos. No wonder we fight to avoid crashes. Take, for instance, the contradiction between the two ways
I loved flying Ecuadorian jungle kids. They reveled in life, not yet acquiring their elders’ stoicism. At the village airstrips, girls moved in tight, giggling
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