Story of a Flight….

Now that I think of it , it amazes me and makes me smile in wonder and awe at how things fell into place and happened the way they did. I had taken flight and was so busy soaring high into the sky running on hi-octane fuel called “hope”, that I felt only angels could fly higher or in the same level as me. As i flew higher and higher and got closer to the destination and when I finally reached it , it wasn’t the paradise i had dreamt of or the hope filled dreamland I had hoped for, and as I reached there, I was made to realise that those wings I set flight on were…Alas!!! the wings of Icarus and as they melted and I began to crash and tumble and thought I would probably hit the ocean floor or the hard and unforgiving earth for I hadnt carried a parachute with me ( I was risking all ) I losed my eyes prepared myself  for the impact.

To my utter delight and pleasant surprise all along there was a support system, a network of close friends and buddies who were there waiting with their arms open to catch me when I crash landed and thanks to all ther efforts here I am today in one piece albiet with a gaping hole in the place where there was an engine , an engine which was fueled on this hi-octane fuel called “HOPE”.

Here’s to all you saviours thanks a lot buddies without ya all I dont know where I would be…….

Richard Bach…run for you money man….;-)