When your plans are diverted

When your plans are diverted

This is your pilot speaking… The radar lit up like Christmas lights with blobs of yellow and orange surrounding a central area of red situated right over my connection city. My flight was diverted to Knoxville on my way to the national Myasthenia Gravis Foundation of...
Don’t tell me I can’t

Don’t tell me I can’t

Take me to the brink. I want to feel the power and hear the rush. We stared over the ledge, mentally measuring the switchbacks. “Are you sure you can make it?” No, I’m never sure I can finish, I’m only sure I can start. So that’s what I do-I start. My dad...