Ever had a life changing event that literally changed you?

For me...the birth of my child. Two new people where brought home from the hospital.
 
Almost all events are life-altering somehow. I keep a list of major events, divided into 'determinants' (I had no control) and 'cusps' (I took a path). In there are births, deaths, mishaps, encounters, relocations, struggles, choices, changes of altitude and attitude, dumb and/or lucky mistakes, education, experience, etc. And the list keeps growing.
 
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Accepting Christ and realizing "good" behavior is not what saves you, not what allows you into heaven. But it's FAITH, "the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

Once you grasp this, your life is forever changed...
 
Engine trouble.

A fellow student pilot, way back when, got his license just before I did, asked me to be his first passenger. Asshole decided to try a loop in a Cessna 150, never told me beforehand, stalled it inverted in the top of the loop... and I lived to tell the tale ONLY because he completely let go of the controls and the plane righted itself!!!
 
A fellow student pilot, way back when, got his license just before I did, asked me to be his first passenger. Asshole decided to try a loop in a Cessna 150, never told me beforehand, stalled it inverted in the top of the loop... and I lived to tell the tale ONLY because he completely let go of the controls and the plane righted itself!!!

Did you fly with him again?
 
I wouldn't fly with him again either.

Doesn't sound like he was a very bright crayon.

Best to figure that out BEFORE you fly with someone, a life’s lesson learned!

Is he still alive?

Does he still fly?

Didn’t keep up with him after that either, so I have no idea what became of him. Just hope he didn’t take any others with him.
 
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Inverted takeoff . . .

A fellow student pilot, way back when, got his license just before I did, asked me to be his first passenger. Asshole decided to try a loop in a Cessna 150, never told me beforehand, stalled it inverted in the top of the loop... and I lived to tell the tale ONLY because he completely let go of the controls and the plane righted itself!!!

Coach, mine was on my 7th hour of instruction, when I was 18 years old, on a tiny airfield outside Atlanta, Georgia. My instructor, a former WWII fighter pilot, deemed me ready to solo, but at the last moment elected to go with me because of strong crosswinds. The moment before flight a gust flipped us, he yanked the controls away from me, and we flew inverted, out heads no more (I think!) than 10 feet off the ground, until he got enough airspeed to gain altitude and he flipped over right side up. That cured me of any delusions of always being in control.
 
Coach, mine was on my 7th hour of instruction, when I was 18 years old, on a tiny airfield outside Atlanta, Georgia. My instructor, a former WWII fighter pilot, deemed me ready to solo, but at the last moment elected to go with me because of strong crosswinds. The moment before flight a gust flipped us, he yanked the controls away from me, and we flew inverted, out heads no more (I think!) than 10 feet off the ground, until he got enough airspeed to gain altitude and he flipped over right side up. That cured me of any delusions of always being in control.

The things we can walk away from, and still love what we do ! Aggggh
 
Inverted takeoff . . .

A fellow student pilot, way back when, got his license just before I did, asked me to be his first passenger. Asshole decided to try a loop in a Cessna 150, never told me beforehand, stalled it inverted in the top of the loop... and I lived to tell the tale ONLY because he completely let go of the controls and the plane righted itself!!!

Coach, mine was on my 7th hour of instruction, when I was 18 years old, on a tiny airfield outside Atlanta, Georgia. My instructor, a former WWII fighter pilot, deemed me ready to solo, but at the last moment elected to go with me because of strong crosswinds. The moment before flight a gust flipped us, , he yanked the controls away from me, and we flew inverted, our heads no more than 10 feet off the ground (seemed like inches), until he got enough airspeed to gain altitude and he flipped us right side up. That cured me of any delusions of always being in control.
 
I worried about stupid stuff until my wife of 28 yrs passed on. The kids have kids of their own now. After recovering from a busted knee and avoiding the wheel chair, the head injury almost took me out.Having accepted permanent brain damage and adjusting to the new normal at this phase, I'm moving on. Nothing, I mean nothing, bothers me. I now love life more each day and laugh a little easier w/out fear of the unknown. I have faith of the heart.
 
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