Joe Found Me

One magical evening, in the still air of twilight, a wonderful man picked me up at a private airport and took me to his hangar to show me the new airplane he loved. This is not unusual. Pilots love to talk planes.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Climb in.”

“Me?” The plane was too good. I didn’t feel worthy. “No, I can’t.”

His smile told me there was much more to him than an airplane could convey, and he began a life of lessons for me. “It’s okay,” he said. “You can do it.”