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For some of us life starts at birth, for
others a lot later, and some will be eluded by it. My life started on a beautiful sunny day at age 41, I went flying that
day. Flying is a sport that was always very important to me, I just could not put it in words. It was a sport to me, a sport
that gave my life some spice, lifted me from my earthly bounds, and looking back at it today it brought me closer to God.
I always thought that pilots were a special breed of guys who are always in control. I looked up at them with admiration.
Ten years earlier with the help of a friend I got my first taste of it and it never let me go. Jose took me up on my first
flight on an ultralight and I signed up the same day.
I got my wings and a great flying career began. I discovered that flying gave me a piece of mind that
I could not find in my life. It was as if I was born to do this. As with many pilots I was proud of my accomplishment and
in the hope of a little sideline business I wanted to share it with others. Buying my own aircraft was beyond my reach but
fortunately para-motoring began to gain popularity. A flying machine that I could afford. Para-motoring takes gliding a step
further by powering your machine with a gas motor and a prop. I jumped at it immediately. Soon I realized that dreams do come
true, that Aladdin's flying carpet does exist - although slightly modified - as Aladdin was sitting on his carpet we on the
other hand hang in our harness below... the fun factor multiplied. I readied my machine only yards away from
the shores of the Pacific in search of another memorable entry in my log book. Friends and bystanders looked on as I spread
my wings in preparation to take to the air. Ideal winds aided me off the ground with my camera dangling from my neck. I was
in my natural environment. It was the first flight of the year as I had just come back from Europe where I spent the winter
with out my "blanket". And it hit me! What a lucky guy I am, that through all of life's offerings I was given the
opportunity to do this. My engine was singing the songs of German engineering and I could feel the prop take another bite
into the salty air. I looked up and above me, flying in perfect synchronism, this giant sheet of fabric which only minutes
ago was crammed in a sack like a folded up sleeping bag. Now it came alive. I was ecstatic. I wanted to capture the moment,
I extended my camera pod and I took what I now call the "picture of my life"
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