Waiting to Take Off
Waiting at the intersection to the main runway, I sat in the backseat with my young daughter and my sister.
Up front was my father and my sister's fiancee.
"Control, this is Cessna one seventy November two three. Permission to back away from thirity two, over."
"Granted, Cessna one seventy. Over." came the reply.
"Daddy, why'd you do that," I asked.
"I have a lot of valuable cargo on board this airplane," he answered.
"I don't understand," I replied.
"Well, much of my family's in here, and those jets doing touch and go's in the cross wind might hit us. There's no need to take a chance."
That was over 37 years ago, but I'll never forget Dad's words.
"There's no need to take a chance" is the mantra I've heard through the years when I'm in the driver's seat with loved ones in the car.
Thanks, Dad!
Peggy
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