Gratitude!

So,gratitude has to be the first response from my soul about my aviation career.
Flying for began me as a child. Pretending to be a pilot of an open cockpit craft, sitting in a ridging snowbank broom stick in hand.
It has enabled be to travel the globe, see things, and meet people from all walks of life. Prime Ministers, Hollywood movie stars, and musicians famous travelling preachers … to those less fortunate hanging onto life in the back of an airplane while people prayed for help for the suffering soul.

My first formal lessons began at the Windsor Flying Club, where a new life for me began in 1971.
And from across the ramp from the Windsor Flying Club from where it first began for me, I have spent now my last seven years operating the TBMs 930 and 940 … and I can see an end to it. It’s here and it’s here now. Understand that flying for me has been the heart and soul of my being. So, a little bit of a change is now coming due.

 

Some pilots loved flying because they like “things” i.e. the money that might be earned, but that was never me. My love for flying is artist in nature carving a slice from a small cumulus cloud, to landing on a jungle strip… Gazing across the Milky-way from above the clouds on a dark night. I wish it could go on forever…
Do I want to retire ? Not really, and who would like to leave that supporting pillar of my life so loved? In a way this should be really no surprise to me. It had to happen, and it happens to all of us.
Late last year I became aware of a medical condition that is now bringing me down in a sense. Because in order to fight on, I have to take drugs whose side effects render me unable to continue as a pilot.
The last flight I actually flew as a pilot at the controls was in December 2023. I did NOT know at the time that this was likely going to be the last flight for me, and I suppose this may hold true about life in general. You just never know when it’s your turn because it is always the other guy … if you know what I mean.
It started or should I say finished with a simple blood test organized through my PMA ( Private Medical Association ) that stimulated a question about my health. First such test post plandemic. It was recommended to get an MRI ASAP to confirm my doctor’s concern, but this is Canada where the wheels move slowly as in any socialized/Marxist nation. It was recommended that I cross the border to get and MRI quickly.
So on my own dime I journeyed across the border where I opted for an MRI that would’ve taken months to organize and complete in my local area. All for $600 dollars and next day service. That clarified things for me quickly at break neck speed.
Understand that other than a high PSA I have been without symptoms prior to treatment. However with the diagnosis confirmed my oncologists advised me that that the size of this tumour’s margins prevented me from obtaining an effective or safe surgery . So the next offered course of action for me was testosterone suppression followed by 39 radiation treatments that would focus on my gut lymphatic system, basically wiping the system out. The possible side effects are significant so I have sought alternate methods to engage this enemy.

I sought out alternative treatments that employ repurposed drugs. I am an experiment. Let me diverge the narrative for a moment. If you consider what has been happening the last few years worldwide, many of us have volunteered to use untested mRNA/VBGT to tackle a virus… Lots of money to be made there. I did not opt for that experiment because it is was clear to me that the risk was greater than the benefit .

For those that submitted which included many family and friends this resulted in many of those same friends and family are now suffering vax injuries. Turbo cancers, blood clots, heart issues etc… all out of the norm for their demographic. But that leads to the question, what is the norm?
Look at “excess deaths” as published by the insurance companies. The MSM and governing political bodies are strangely silent about that. Reminds me of a well-known international senior politician who has been suffering with a neurological disfunction that has been clearly evident for some years… Same silence there.

Back on course if you will …. So how do I manage day to day on my journey ?
Firstly I place my hope and faith in Jesus Christ. I am not ashamed of my faith, and if you know anything about me this has been a life long journey. At one point I gave up my airline career to enter into mission service in Haiti, Alberta, and PNG as well as stint in the office of MAFC in Ontario.
If your curiosity gets the better of you and wonder why I am sharing with you this, then read and consider what Jesus actually teaches. Not just the images transmitted by the anti-Christian MSM.
It’s all about motivation and love … LOVE …

The Greatest Commandment ( NIV )
28 One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?”
29“The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. e 30Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ f 31The second is this: ‘Love your neighbour as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.” Love here is not just a feeling, but actions…
I am very thankful that I have had had great relationships to carry through my tough times. Agape based love is the basis of any great relationship starting with my wife Robin of 46 years, and many beloved friends and kindred spirits. And who of course could forget my beloved children and grandchildren and the many close friends I have been blessed with. I may not have much money, and I don’t, but I am a very wealthy man indeed!

Flying for me was a child’s dream come true. I am grateful for the life that I have lived, a true adventure that has been filled with excitement, fears, joys, love and much, much more. So, it really looks there was there was the “One last flight” and I did not know when it would be …
My final journey’s time line is unknown for me as us all, two months, ten years, who can be sure but my maker. I hope and pray that you reading this now that your life will be blessed much as mine has been. I live in gratitude and that’s a good place to be.
“Positive rate, gear up! “

One Last Flight