Grand Central Station
“The engineer’s voice came over the intercom, “Grand Central.”
“A number of different smells entertained our senses as we walked back down… The laurels… The horse ties… Fallen trees… Where there were bumble bees, the were pleasant smells.”
“At one moment we were hiking along a switchback trail, descending into the forest. The next moment we were in the forest and there was no trail at all.”
“A friend of mine asked me if I would fly with him to Greenville. I told him it would take me 30 days to get ready to fly to Greenville — we’d might as well walk!”
“The views were stunning. The fields looked like one would expect Australia to look. The trees, the dirt, the wildlife. It was such a contrast to what we had seen so far in Brisbane.”
“Once we made it to the top we were rewarded with a picture perfect view of the town.”
“Growing up along the coast, I never realized how much one beach could differ from the next.”
“The movements felt so familiar and I could feel the old energy that I was accustomed to coursing through my veins.”
“Instantly, a smile covered my face. I looked to where my instructor usually sits to find an empty seat.” There are no words to describe this overwhelming sense of accomplishment.”
“There is something very special… beyond words… about being at high altitude and looking down at the picture that only God and aviators can enjoy.”