Diana
Final Approach
He’s a pilot but lost his medical years ago; I was his first passenger and he was mine. He has a lot of health problems, is on oxygen, and a lot of medications. Also has a bit of a memory problem. He doesn’t have much that he enjoys or looks forward to now and his wife can’t get him out of the house. Those 80 years have taken their toll on him.
He has been asking me to take him for an aerobatic ride for some time now, and I have had reservations due to the myriad of health problems. With his wife’s and the family’s blessing, I finally agreed to do it.
We have been waiting for the perfect weather and for a day when he felt good. He has bad days and good days. Today was a good day.
I took his vital signs and O2 sat and gave him his pre-flight briefing (he didn’t want to hear all that, he wanted to go flying!). I asked him what he wanted to do and he said “Everything!” OK.
The hard part was getting him in the Citabria. He doesn’t have much in the way of muscle strength. We used a stepladder and Tom had to help him a lot.
We did a circling climb over the farm and started in. He liked the roll. We had a status check. He felt fine and was ready for more. He REALLY liked the loop. Made a lot of happy noises and patted me on the back. We had another status check. He felt fine and was ready for more. He liked the Split-S and was even beginning to critique my maneuvers and said they were good. We had another status check. Did he want more? You bet! Patted me on the back. We did a half Cuban. Another status check. He wanted more. A few more rolls and one more loop (his favorite). He could have kept going, but I wanted to quit while we were ahead.
It took five minutes to get him out of the airplane d/t his lack of strength and coordination. What a trooper.
We sat on the deck at the farm and I called all the family and let him talk to them all about his ride. He kept telling everyone how proud he was of me, and what a great time he had. Just like a dad; bragging about his daughter.
He was so alive today.
He has been asking me to take him for an aerobatic ride for some time now, and I have had reservations due to the myriad of health problems. With his wife’s and the family’s blessing, I finally agreed to do it.
We have been waiting for the perfect weather and for a day when he felt good. He has bad days and good days. Today was a good day.
I took his vital signs and O2 sat and gave him his pre-flight briefing (he didn’t want to hear all that, he wanted to go flying!). I asked him what he wanted to do and he said “Everything!” OK.
The hard part was getting him in the Citabria. He doesn’t have much in the way of muscle strength. We used a stepladder and Tom had to help him a lot.
We did a circling climb over the farm and started in. He liked the roll. We had a status check. He felt fine and was ready for more. He REALLY liked the loop. Made a lot of happy noises and patted me on the back. We had another status check. He felt fine and was ready for more. He liked the Split-S and was even beginning to critique my maneuvers and said they were good. We had another status check. Did he want more? You bet! Patted me on the back. We did a half Cuban. Another status check. He wanted more. A few more rolls and one more loop (his favorite). He could have kept going, but I wanted to quit while we were ahead.
It took five minutes to get him out of the airplane d/t his lack of strength and coordination. What a trooper.
We sat on the deck at the farm and I called all the family and let him talk to them all about his ride. He kept telling everyone how proud he was of me, and what a great time he had. Just like a dad; bragging about his daughter.
He was so alive today.
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