As many of you know from my Facebook page, I had planned to go sky-diving with Bill’s grandson Michael Sturm. He had always wanted to go, but he couldn’t by himself until he was 21, and nobody else wanted to try it.
Well, he just turned 21, and since I have always wanted to sky-dive, too, I said to him “Let’s do it, Michael!”
So we set it all up, and last Wednesday we were out at Forrest Barber’s airport near Alliance, Ohio. Up above you see the plane we were going to jump out of, and on the right is a view from its cockpit (just kidding, of course — that’s one of the fascinating restored airplanes on the field at the airport.) Boy, were we excited!
Unfortunately, by the time we had arrived at the airport (at 11:00 a.m.) the winds aloft were against us. Already at 3000 feet they were 50 mph, and higher above that. On the ground it was very gusty, and gusty is something you don’t want when you and your parachute are about 30 feet up just ready to touch down…
We took a break for lunch at a highly-recommend (but teensy) little diner named Shorty’s just down the road. While we snacked we saw this poem framed on the wall:
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Sometimes the goal is much nearer than
It appears to be to a faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
(Bill looked it up on the internet when we got home, and found that it’s quite a well-known poem, although its true author is unknown.)Anyhow, we followed the poem’s advice and did not quit. No, we went back to the airport and stayed until 5:00. But by that time it was clear that the winds would stay gusty until the next day, and we headed home.
We’ll try it again some time. Stay tuned.