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A Stranger Who Became an Instant Friend.

11/17/2018

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In truth many people who I have met of late have become friends quickly. Funny how common interest and purpose can peel away any awkwardness of jumping into a new situation. Commonality is powerful.
But my comment “a stranger who became a friend” goes much deeper.
My first venture out to Reno/Stead Airport after joining the CAF and the High Sierra Squadron was an invitation to join a small group of Colonels for breakfast before going to the hangar for a morning of work. The Hometown Café is archetypal country with the waitress tossing barbs through a wide smile and the cook tossing fresh delicious potatoes and eggs and the coffee pouring freely. Here I was introduced to Mr. C. who offered his hand and his iconic smile in greeting and welcome. Breakfast conversation varied as expected between squadron business and banter about experiences and backgrounds. Mr. C., always low key, always on point, was easy to talk with. Like an old and trusted friend. I figured him for a few years older than me, with both of us senior to the rest of the group.
Let me interject here that I’m using “Mr. C.” and leaving out much of his involvement in the Squadron on purpose.  All that is not the point. The point is the man’s impact on me that’s driven a real change in my attack on the last chapters of life. A rare impact indeed.
Over the next few months and sessions in the hanger for work and social events at out Commander’s home, my conversations with Mr. C. grew more detailed. But his stories were always about the work we do with the Scouts and other kids. And about those who have gone on to be great adults. One who is now an Air Force pilot, another a US Navy jet engine mechanic, both mentored by him as young boys. Mr. C. moved a little slowly but was always at events from hanger cleanups to the glider training given the youngsters, encouraging, teaching, sharing. He did the same for me as the newbie Colonel.
I gave a lot of thought about his immediate impact on me. Also had conversations with our leader, and friend, Rick, about him. Discovered early that what I saw was Mr. C.
My career was built on understanding Cognitive Behavior, teaching and counseling on same. Our Mr. C. was a package of trust, genuine openness, integrity, generosity, and calmness that enveloped anyone in reach. Me included. I began to understand his focus and personal mission of spreading the good works done by the Commemorative Air Force and our small  extension, the High Sierra Squadron. The “gospel” of honoring the service of Military Aviation and aviators, of teaching the history of same to the younger generations, of instilling in them the sense of service, honor, dedication and self-reliance that was ever present with them. Our WWII aircraft were the textbooks and classrooms for this mission. The youngsters were never told “don’t touch”, but rather encouraged to jump into that historic seat and listen to the story about who sat there before you and what they did for the cause of freedom.
Watching and listening to Mr. C., and the others of our group, and I caught the fever. Then I found out the Mr. C. was ill, fighting a long-time lung ailment. The others had watched over time. One day the Squadron was scheduled to bring an aircraft to the Susanville, CA Airport Days. As usual with military-type operations it takes a line of logistics to make it happen. The Commander’s wife drove the pickup load of signage, tents, and miscellaneous equipment. The check pilot and Commander flew up in the U.S. Marine Corps L-19 “Bird Dog”. Mr. C. and I flew up in his Cessna 206 with a few items. This was my first “roadshow” and it lived up to the promise of sharing our world – and words – with lots of eager folks. Also special for me because of my long history with that airport and a steady stream of old friends to greet. Then toward the end of the day, Mr. C. asked if I was ready for the return flight home. As he pre-flighted the 206 I noted that a couple of our folks asked him if he was okay. Of course, they got that smile and quiet reassurance. Then I was quietly asked to keep an eye out and help where needed. No need to answer that—that’s what a co-pilot does!
We took off into haze of the California fire’s smoke and headed south down the Honey Lake valley. Having lived there for twenty years the terrain was familiar—even the mountains on both sides concealed in heavy smoke. As we reached altitude and began to set headings, I noted that Mr. C. was concentrating on flying and making small but critical errors in navigation. Errors he quickly corrected as I asked small questions designed to give him that awareness. No way was I going to “correct” this man, master pilot and friend. Just play the role of copilot. Well aware of his growing hypoxia—not to a critical state—we worked through two more errors and greased a beautiful landing at home base Reno/Stead. Climbing out of the airplane, Mr. C went directly to a seat in the hanger and sat down, working his way back to higher o2 levels. He was familiar with the routine and I knew now how ill he was. I moved the airplane into the hanger and secured her.
A couple of weeks later we said goodbye to our friend, mentor and benefactor as he succumbed to the illness. A giant hole in the hearts of many, many folks. Mine included.
Only later at a memorial we held for Mr. C. did I learn of his many life accomplishments around the world. This unassuming man who only was concerned about others could have chosen any life style he wished for … the mansion on the hill if desired. He chose what we saw, and we were blessed. Can’t add to that.
Godspeed, Mr. C. I’ll treasure my role as your second-to-last copilot. Happy to give up my seat to God, who greased your final landing as you rested a well-deserved rest.
 
Footnote: Mr. C was ten years younger that I am. I’ve traveled to the Dallas TX headquarters of the CAF and found that Mr. C’s influence extended all across the country. That day he received a unique Award of Excellence from the CAF, not originally intended to be posthumously. It was accepted by our Squadron Commander and his extended family.
During my stay the candle that Mr. C. lit in my soul became a blowtorch of dedication to the mission he held, and I now humbly hold as a gift from a stranger, now a missed friend.
 
Future blogs and musings will expand on the CAF and the historic home of the High Sierra Squadron, and much more.
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Launching My Remaining Years with Passion

11/9/2018

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My life is changing.
Belay that!
I’m changing my life.
 
At a time in life when the end is clearly evident on the distant horizon and the beginnings are in the mist of a distant past, it is rare to be able to find a focus for life force so satisfying and exciting that one is moved to commit, to enlist, to engage with all the vigor left in the old legs.
Eureka! I have found it.
 
It began with a question … What things in my life have I loved and reveled in at every opportunity? Maybe even developed some skill and expertise in them? There are a few and I list them in no particular order: Teaching, Counseling, Writing. History, Research, Travel. Problem Solving, Sharing, Serving, Learning … and Flying.
The Mission I’ve enlisted for has produced all these things in one exciting basket of heart-warming opportunity and climb-a-high-mountain, swim-a-wide-river challenge.
 
Two people opened this door for me. My precious wife and a stranger who became a friend. My wife recognized symptoms of staleness creeping into my life as we entered our “second retirement.” The first one of eighteen years was filled with whirlwinds of committees, chairmanships, boards, wine-clubs and many, many friends. Then illness/age leaped into the path and crushed forward progress. I’d begun to write my novels abut the time the illness forced retreat and continue to write today. But somehow, even though folks like the stories, I began to find it more work than creative pleasure. Eagerly writing two or three thousand words at a setting before morphed into writing in my head and finding excuses not to drive the keyboard. I felt it, but truly didn’t see it. She did. And acted.
Eschewing all the details, our dissolving of the dream life we’d created in retirement 1.0 and moving to Reno, Nevada, to create retirement 2.0 introduced us to some new friends. Friends with unique commonalities. My wife saw the opportunity and told new friend, “Get him involved … ”
And God said, “Let there be involvement.” And it was good.
Today I am a Colonel in the Commemorative Air Force, active in the preservation of historic warbirds and passionate about the Mission of inspiring youth, educating them on our American heritage and honoring the heroes who flew the birds in the fight for freedom. The planes are our textbooks and classrooms. But this is just a teaser.
In future blogs I will fill in the fascinating details.
And will tell you all about the “stranger cum friend” that set me on a new path for life.


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    Retired Business Exec who made a career in organizational development and personal improvement counseling and teaching around the world. Now, for the past ten years, I write novels. I've had great teachers and role models and I want to share what I've learned with you. 

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