From Wheels To Wings

This is me!!! In the cockpit of a Skyarrow plane and behind me is the amazing and brave Austin Decker who has the courage to strap in behind me every day. He is amazing, patient and encouraging despite the many mistakes I make.

There is so much about this experience that is so unreal. The first being that I am well enough to be here. It was just a year ago that doctors were telling me and my family to prepare for the worst, that things looked grim.

As my family prepared for the worst, I took it as a challenge, they were counting me out and it just meant I would fight harder to prove them wrong! So slowly, day after day and month after month I regained my strength. It came with great sacrifice for my family, everything indefinite. no concrete answers, just blind Faith. However, slowly, step by step we made it here, to this, to flying.

On November 17, 2004, at 2:00am, I stepped out of my van. kissed my 6 kiddos goodnight and promised them that in 2 days I would be home good as new with their baby brother.

"Good as new" NEVER happened. Those precious kiddos watched their dad carry their mom home and had NO idea what was going to happen. They would slowly, over the next 4 years lose everything. Their home, their innocence and their mom.

To be here, learning to fly, means so much more to me than just getting a license. It means I'm back, I'm mom! I can do anything my family needs me to do, They know I can strong and I can be the mom they expect me to be. It means never seeing the look of worry in the eyes of my children, now I see pride and that is a priceless gift.

They see their mom empowered and brave, not sick and feeble, I'm so grateful for that!



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  1. UnknownJuly 20, 2018 at 10:37 AM

    Love your story and most of all your hope-filled attitude. Love to see how you are teaching your kids what true strength is.
    Sincerely,
    Karen
    The Hope Lady
    https://www.facebook.com/notes/karen-sebastian-wirth/way/1918853818174511/

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