My Brother — Conqueror of Life!

My brother was born with a rare, crippling disease. And by the time the chatty little boy was fifteen, he’d lost his speech. So his gait’s crooked, one arm is twisted behind his back, and his speech is mumbled, but even in the face of all that he has a great disposition. He loves to smile, laugh, and crack jokes. He loves to fly, read, and work on computers. The forty-two year old has a brilliant mind, but unfortunately it is lost on those who cannot see past his twisted frame.

When he came to visit me recently, I had chores so I brought him along. Inside the bank, I pulled a candy dish down from the top counter and asked, “Would you like a sucker?”

“Yes,” he mumbled and took one from the bowl.

When we left, the teller smiled wide and waved real big, “Goodbye,” she said as if he were a dumb little child. I nearly snorted out loud.

When we reached the exit I burst into laughter. “People treat you like you’re a retard.”

He smiled. “You do it too!” He was referring to the candy dish. “All of you do it.”

“Make no mistake,” I said, “I used you as a prop. I wanted a sucker.” (It’s an older sister thing.) He, of course, laughed heartily.

I can assure you that he plays his baby brother role well too. He likes to sneak up on me and attack me. I scream every single time.

He’s also very opinionated. If you proclaimed it’s purple, he’ll disagree and tell you it’s a dark blue and proceed to tell you why. My mother used to say he was an argumentative little guy. I’m sure mother was smiling down from Heaven over our recent bible debate. My brother flat informed me the version I was reading was not a good translation. Long debate short, he bought me an ESV study bible. It really does read nicely and I am enjoying it immensely. So now I’ll have to relent and agree that his opinion does matter.

I admire my brother’s tenacity and winning attitude. He has to face adversity head on every single day and comes out on top, so say a little prayer for him for he has many more days to conqueror.

Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trail, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him. James 1:12

God’s Magnificent Creation

Lately, I’ve been fasting writing because food loss wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice; I forget to eat!   Long story short, I need a creative outlet, so I’ve decided to post photos of God’s Magnificent Creation instead.

Okay, the donkey is just my fun sense of humor kicking in!

Thank you for your patience, friendship, and kindness. May God Bless each and everyone of you!

It’s that creepy time of the year!

It’s that creepy time of the year when STRANGE things start to happen.

Like big hairy spiders using the taxiway as a crosswalk!

Or when birds use the window for an emergency stop!

Or when children use makeup to disguise themselves!

Or when people scold corralled horses!

Or when dancing in the rain is finally an option!

    

May God Bless you with a Happy Autumn!



Soaring Photography

My magazine photo

Recently, one of my photos was published in a soaring magazine. I should be excited, but I’m not. In short, they misrepresented my photo.  They implied the pilot was in a contest and landed out; meaning, he missed the strip and the prize altogether.

Here’s the real story: It was a leisurely hot afternoon with no contest rules in sight. Scott was snuggled in his v-tail glider, and I was aloft, hanging out of a Cessna 172 window, taking photographs. After a spectacular shoot, Scott, on final, lined up on 4,000 ft., hard surfaced runway, while I happily clicked away. I know you can’t see the runway, but I can assure you that it’s there.

I’ve submitted almost 75 pictures to the soaring magazine and that’s the one they chose. So I’ve decide to share some fun flying photos with you. See below, but only if your fascinated with soaring.

Scott in a Schempp-Hirth SHK

Jim in a Standard Cirrus

George in a Phoebus A

Steve H. in a 126

Stephen M. in a Ventus 2b

Erik in a 126 glider

The Versatile Blogger Award

I’m a new blogger, so to be put on the list for a Versatile Blogger Award by mtsweat is quite an honor and a challenge.

In order to be a winner though, I have to honor the person who listed me, (see above) list 15 bloggers, and jot down 7 things about myself.

I don’t know fifteen people in the blogging world, but I’m up for making new friends.

So here goes, who I chose and why:

1. Because Jen makes me laugh.    jennthezookeeper

2. Because I want Mona to receive the crown of victory.    mona

3. Because I like Bonnie’s symbolic Teddy Bears.   memorybearsbybonnie

4. Because Celina likes good lyrics. celinahokeah

5. Because Butch loves Jesus.    butchdean

6. Because Oscar is an accomplished writer.  oscarhokea

7. Because Sweat’s an intelligent writer.       mtsweat

8. Because Jeffrey explains the whole Versatile Blogger Award so eloquently.   memoriesofcaleb.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/the-versatile-blogger-award/

9. Because I liked Anne’s Eagle Story.  freedomborn

10. Because I liked the pastor’s GTO/restoration in Christ lesson.  pastorbaumann

11. Because I understand Patrecia’s struggle.  misswhiplash

12. Because Lincoln wrote a nifty post called Stop Complaining.   ichtusministries

13. Because Jean suggest we vote according to God’s will. Amen!  jeanbrunson

14. Because her blog page is awesome.  thewomanatthewell

15. Because I liked Teresa’s Poem.  terri0729

Seven things about myself that I don’t even want to know.

1. I drink coffee with God every morning — sometimes it takes two pots.

2. I have two hangar cats — go hunters!

3. I live on an airport, but I don’t know how to fly. That makes me a walking oxymoron!

4. I love my grand-babies, even if I have wrinkles.

5. I love my family, even if they gave me wrinkles.

6. I think some fb post are more information than I needed.

7. I think finding 15 people for a green stamp is insane.

The Old Stolen Caddy

I was parked at the post office when the vehicle next to me swung his large door toward my car. Of course, the movement caught my attention, and I glanced up. The passenger, sporting a sheepish grin, waved. As I returned the smile, I thought wow that looks just like the old Caddy – the STOLEN Caddy. Mind you it’s been gone for years, but you never forget grandma’s old  heavy metal floater.

Being an amateur private eye, I backed up to investigate. Yip, there it was, grandma’s crushed bumper. I immediately started memorizing the new tag number, while fishing around for a pen. Suddenly it occurred to me, I was being too obvious. Especially since the man in the Cadillac was trying to back up, and I was located directly behind him. So I drove to the alley and parked, jotted down the plate number, as if that wasn’t too blatant.

When I saw the old Cadillac drive up the street, I decided I needed to verify what I had written down.  (I have a mild tendency to swap numbers and letters. It could be why I didn’t do well in school, or maybe it’s because we didn’t have a NAME for it back in the day.)

In the end, I couldn’t help but wonder what the thief was thinking. Why would you drive a stolen vehicle, down the middle of Main Street, in the SAME itty-bitty town as the theft took place? Perhaps, he thought we had forgotten. Or maybe, the Caddy heist didn’t give the new owners a list of possible towns to avoid. Hello, we still live here.

Thou shall not steal. Ex 20:15

Lili’s Flight

My granddaughter, Lili, is almost three. She’s a lace and fluff princess who, naturally, becomes squeamish at the sight of bugs and toads. Her Papa Steve, on the other hand, has lived an extreme life as a fly-by-the-seat-of -your- pants pilot.

The other day Steve asked Lili, “Do you want to go flying with me? I’m towing gliders today.”

She nodded, “Yes, I want to go fly with you.” Then Lili turned to me. “Papa won’t drop me, will he, grandma?”

I said, “He better not.”

Papa Steve piped up, “I’m not going to drop you, Lili!” which included a warning glare veered in my direction.

I must admit I was nervous, and normally I wouldn’t be. After all, Steve’s a retired crop duster with 20,000 plus hours, but from a grandmother’s perspective, there’s something about launching your toddler into the sky.

Lili did not share the same reservations as me and happily crawled into the aircraft. She even took hold of the yoke and helped Papa Steve fly the 172. By the second tow, Lili was a calm, cool flier.

Later that night, proud Papa (who has aspirations of Lili becoming an airline pilot) asked his little buddy if she liked to go flying again.

Lili’s hand shot up into the air, “Can we fly in the sky and get the glider?”

Papa smiled, “Yes, we’ll tow the glider.”

Lili shook her head, “And you won’t drop me either, will you, Papa?!”

My favorite verse:  Fear not, stand firm, and see the salvation of the Lord, which He will work for you today. Exodus 14:13