I thought that'd be a good way to start this post because most people say they would choose to fly.
My brother flies.
He is flying...
like all by himself in the sky.
He's seven.
OK...he isn't really seven...but I feel like he's seven sometimes.
He's nearly 19..still not old enough to fly, right?
Well...he is.
Ben's in school to become a pilot right now and he loves it. It's like he's found that thing that he was made to do. Ben's spent his life taking risks that make his mother cringe, so it seems fitting he would choose a profession that keeps her squirming.
Right now his biggest desire is to become an aerobatics pilot.What?!
When I was home this last weekend Ben called mom from an airplane (I thought phones didn't work on airplanes). He told her to walk out into the front yard and to bring a camera.
This is what we found:
You see him?
Flyin' right over the house.
Everyone knows Ben's flying...but seeing him in the air alone in a plane was crazy.
At one point he cut the engine which made my mom pass out*. Ben's joy was complete.
Shock factor is what he lives for.
Ben, you'll be a super hero in no time. Please be safe.
*not really
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My brother is two and wears nothing but a diaper, cowboy boots, and a cape made from a baby blanket...or he might actually be 17 and headed to college next Fall..
Oh your post made me cry. Tears of joy for Ben in fullflling his dream and tears of mixed emotions of a mother.
What an awesome experience! Thanks for sharing it!
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