Flying Lesson #4

I find my Complete Private Pilot textbook again, which I misplaced for the past few weeks, probably unconsciously hiding it. It does not simplify itself upon retrieval and I start reading back on Chapter 1.

Glenn, my certified flight instructor, and I do ground tracking again, following Highway 51, west from Guthrie toward Hennessey and Okeene. Should be a straight line, but somehow the plane easily wanders off course. A little head strong, I assume. Either the plane, or me. Officially, it’s called ground reference maneuvers. I read that these maneuvers are conducted and taught for a few reasons. The article states:

“The first reason is to understand how wind affects an airplane in flight. While on the ground, an airplane experiences friction with the surface, and therefore can be pointed on a certain heading while not “drifting.” After liftoff, however, the wind dictates how the airplane will “track” over the ground. A generic statement would be that an object’s path or track is dictated by the medium by which it is surrounded.”

Huh? Am I on the right page? I assume the reason I’m learning to follow this road is to look at a runway and line the plane up correctly enough to land. Right? No need to know more. Wrong. “Ground reference maneuvers are instrumental in helping you cope with wind while turning.” Hm….. wind?

Back to my actual flight lesson. During this fourth hour I’m supposed to learn to fly at a slow speed. Wow. I am amazed. I didn’t realize a plane could stay afloat at only 80 miles at hour! Glenn reduces the throttle, keeps the nose up, adjusts the trim and …. what’s that again? Maybe he’ll repeat it next time. He’s really good at saying, “I’m not sure if I told you this, but …” without making me feel like a dummy.

To land, it’s vital to learn to fly at slow speeds, like slowing down a car, except more complicated. Glenn lets me land the plane, i.e. he says he’s letting me land but I have a sneaking suspicion he has his hand on the controls. It goes really well. I think it’s doable. 

Postscript #1:

I ask my pilot husband to help me practice flying. Spouses are not the best teachers, I learned through experience, hence the real instructor. But I think my husband can help me learn to fly in circles. I hate to spend thousands for an instructor to repeat the same thing over and over, my slow learning taken into consideration. My husband says yes, but he is too busy. Maybe that is as it should be.

I’m also lucky enough to have a pilot stepson. One who flies a Cessna Citation CJ3 for a wealthy individual and has some free time through the week. He agrees to fly with me after his required three landings to remember how to fly the plane… It has been a few years since he’s flown a little one-engine four-seater.

We are both a little nervous. My stepson, because the Grumman doesn’t have all the safety features of the Citation; all the bells and whistles and buttons that light up. And me, because I’m not sure if he knows what I know, or if he knows what I don’t know or if he doesn’t know what I’ll never know. I am afraid he’ll say, like my husband, just fly it!

So here we go. “Just do whatever you want to do,” he says as soon as we’re off the ground.

I glance at him warily and say, “But the instructor tells me what to do.” I can tell this will not be a pleasant experience for him.

I feel proud when he says, “Make a right circle,” and I can actually do it. Landing, however is a different matter. I hesitate. He expects me to know how to land. But I have only landed once with an instructor who knows my fears and weaknesses. I take my hands off the control and yell into the headset, “I don’t want to. You land it.”

Of course, this information gets passed on to my husband who proceeds to tell me I have no confidence. “I’m taking lessons, aren’t I,” I retort. Bravery my fall back. I decide not to give up the lessons. Who knows, I may save his life some day.

Flying Lesson #3

The Plane I'm learning to fly

I almost turn around and drive back home. The dark clouds make me hesitate, because I know we can’t have a flying lesson in bad weather. I failed to call and forgot my cell phone. But when I get to the airport, Glenn, the instructor, says not to worry. The clouds are at 11,000 feet and we will fly at about 4,500 feet. Just my luck.

 Now, for the first time, I am allowed to touch the coveted throttle. Like a gas pedal, except it’s a little handle you push in and out to give the engine gas. An important part of the plane, I learn. Keep having to think whether “in” is go or “out” is go, but seems I’m still confused whether left is right or right is left. I guess it comes naturally for some folk.

 The morning weather is beautiful. Not hot or sunny. We make it to our usual training grounds, do a couple of circles, and proceed to the next step. Stalls. A scary word any way you look at it. No way do I want to manage a plane that has lost its power to fly.

 As demonstrated to me, if Glenn turns on the carburetor heat control (whatever that is) reduces the throttle and pulls back hard on the yoke bringing the nose a little above the horizon, the engine will slow down to where the air can’t lift the plane any more. Whatever happens, a beep goes off and I jump. The nose dives.

 Glenn revs the gas and brings the nose back to normal level. Now he wants me to try the roller coaster ride. I never liked roller coasters. They make me sick, so I tell him I want to watch again. The third time, I agree to hold the yoke, if he will work the throttle. He does so, and we plunge at least 400 feet instead of his 100 feet. Good thing we are high in the sky. By the fifth time, I learn how to stall, but it seems that recovering from a stall is the vital part. I forgot to push in the throttle. Duh. We quit stalls. Maybe I’ll do better next lesson.

 We land, and Glenn explains that learning to recover from a stall is helpful when learning to land. Not that we ever want to stall, he reminds me.

 So I pay my dues and Glenn compliments me on my calm demeanor during stalls. At least this time, I kept my panicking heart from showing fear on my face. Either that, or he’s trying to boost my courage for another lesson. I finally drive home to find something for my roller-coaster-like queasy stomach.

More than Bubble Wrap

What ranks high for the 2010 Christmas so far!

Watching my grandson’s preschool program and as the others are singing Rudolph, this 3-year-old yells from the stage, “Hi, Grandma!” while waving both hands.

Sharing the gospel with a Chinese girl over hot tea and Sweet Mung Bean Soup.

Watching a fantastic Christmas play directed by my daughter.

Choosing our live Christmas tree from the Christmas tree farm.

In their excitement of decorating their first Christmas tree, letting two foreign college students put every single ornament we’ve ever owned on the tree.

Hearing a Chinese girl ask, “Is Santa Claus and Jesus the same person?” knowing it gave me a chance to explain.

Listening to my twin granddaughters play the clarinet together at their first band concert.

Saying my grandson had an excellent voice when he sang with his school choir – of course I could distinguish him.

Having a tea party with my 6-year-old granddaughter on her December birthday. 

Using my deceased Aunt Blanche’s painting for some Christmas cards.

Sending a package of toys, socks, pencils to handicapped kids in India.

Cooking taco soup for about 60 college students right before finals.

Seeing my teenage granddaughter dress up in a dressy dress.

Buying all Mardel’s little pink NIV Bibles for International students.

Watching my husband on the game show at his company party.

God is good! Can’t wait to see what the next week will bring!

Twins Help One Another

 I ran across a picture of my twin granddaughters when they were young. Reminded me of a lesson they taught me.

After a spring shower, the little girls  played in the wet grass in my backyard.  They laughed with joy at going barefoot in the mud and ran in circles. Suddenly, one twin came up to me. Big tears streamed down her face. She pointed to her grimy foot and said, “Boo-boo. Kiss it.”  For a child in our family, kissing a hurt always makes it feel better.

I examined the tiny toes but they did not seem injured. “No, it’s okay,” I said not wanting to kiss such a muddy foot. 

 She pleaded.  “Boo-boo. Kiss it, Grandma.”  I swallowed hard and leaned toward her foot but the top of her sister’s blond head got in my way.  The other twin knelt on the ground, kissing the dirty toe.  She had overheard her sister’s request and took immediate action. Then her dirt-covered face looked up at me. She smiled and they ran off together holding hands.

The girls taught me a lesson that day in responsiveness. When I become aware of other’s needs, I should be more like a child, not concerned about the consequences or convenience of helping someone, but eager and quick to give assistance. One small action or word may be all that’s needed to make someone feel better.

   . . .  and the one who ministered to my need. Philippians 2:25b (NKJ)

Lord, teach me to recognize others’ needs and  respond as quickly as my granddaughter – without hesitation.

Reserved for You

A dear friend gave me a book by Charles Spurgeon, Morning by Morning.  I may be a little strange, but I started at the beginning of the book in January, even though it’s December. Some habits never die.

So January 10th, Spurgeon states: There is one crown in heaven the angel Gabriel cannot wear. It will fit no one’s head but mind. And there is one throne in heaven even the apostle Paul could not fill. It was made for me–and I will have it!

Thanksgiving Day, I decorated three tables for twenty-four family members who came to my house. What a blessing! My granddaughter made name plates for each person, designating where they would sit.  Even the babies had a place.

Heaven is like that. At the Great Banquet, I will have a chair, or throne, with my name on it. It may be far down in a distant corner  or up in the back row of  the balcony. It doesn’t matter because it will be prepared specifically for me. No one else can fill my spot.

 Jesus is preparing my place and some day, He will usher me in. I sure look forward to it. What a celebration that will be! 

Have you reserved your seat today?