This is one of those moments.
As I was looking out of the hospital tower I could litterally see my whole life before me.
I had spent almost my entire adult life on the oceanfront in Newport Beach.
Was married to a nice lady, had a beautiful baby boy in that same hospital I was standing. A finely grown man now.
Years of training for and enjoying various sports. Enjoying the surf, diving, fishing...
Parties, friends, more parties... mysteries, adventures, misadventures... parties...
25 plus years up and down the 405 to Long Beach grinding out a living.
Infact, just saw a job ad for Gulfstream Jets at Long Beach, for an Airworthiness Inspector... for me... there if I want it. Restored to my glory
again. Gulfsteam G650's. Finiest and newest private jet ever built. Richey riches for sure. Rarified Air to be certain. Elite doesn't come close...
and airworthiness inspectors "hand" the plane to the pilots... every flight. And the "Delivery flight" too and meet THE CUSTOMER. Godlike figures...
might need pilots too.
Guess I could use some of my Boeing stock for flight training and buy myself a jet rating at Flight Safety right at Long Beach.
Entering the rat race everyday... and winning.
But I've already won. Why race on so? Win what? I guess more money is always better than less money... isn't it?
But...
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Mark 8:36
I will now use my next 6 months getting ultra healthy and fit. And when my lease is up here I going "home" to Baja.
My new job...? Flying all around Baja in my little plane delivering donated medical supplies, school supplies, fishing supplies etc. where ever they
are needed and wanted. I can meet you at the nearest runway.
That would be the best pilot job I could ever get. And one I think I CAN get too...
The boss is a good friend of mine
Thanks all
[Edited on 10-24-2018 by fishbuck] |