Every flight might be my last By: Harry O’Brien Posted: January 24 2001
No, I’m not getting morbid and I’m not really very old, but there is something so precious about gliding that each time I lift off into the air I thank whoever is keeping an eye on us up there for this exquisite moment. I have been involved with most sports, thought I was quite a handy tennis player and prided myself on my golf, but it had no meaning. A game was a game.
When I took up gliding I found an utter release of energy, an awareness of there being something beyond our mundane lives and the stories could tell would all reflect this almost spiritual essence which comes into every flight I make, even if it is a ten minute circuit.
And I don’t have to be alone.
Two-seater flying is an equally enriching experience, sometimes more so if my passenger locks into the same appreciation and fascination with gliding. I won’t use this space to describe my better flights. The truth is I haven’t one which exceeds any other in total fulfillment.
All I would say is savour every second you are in the air and be grateful that you have found such an outlet.
