The Realities of Life

With my brand new pilot’s license in my hand, I was ready to go on and start enjoying the part of the vast space around us which only the birds enjoy. I was dreaming of having my own plane one day. I considered all options available to me, but all would require sums of money I didn’t have. As a newcomer to Canada, I experienced the two most annoying road blocks of new immigrants seeking employment – language barrier and lack of local employment history. Even though I was qualified in electronic and mechanical design fields, making cardboard boxes for $2.50 an hour was the best I could do at the time. My prospects of ever owning my own aircraft were not very good.

Since I couldn’t get a better paying job, I decided to start my own business. After all, all business owners are rich, no? I greatly underestimated the amount of money, tenacity, and mostly time, it would take to just stay alive. There were times when the $2.50 per hour looked awfully good to me. Years went by, fantastic wife, two great boys, and several dogs and businesses later, I was getting older, still no money to speak of, and still no dream  plane. Worst of all, 30+ years hiatus from the enjoyment of flying left my logbook kinda dusty.

1 thought on “The Realities of Life

  1. Ahhhh…sigh and welcome to reality! Yes Sir, it takes awhile…sigh again. Now that I’m old and grey I have a couple of penny’s to rub together…

    Sieg.

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