This is Joy’s birthday. Friends drive us to a surprise gift.
We drive through the country.The car slows by a field, then we see. Gads! It is
a glider.
The pilot is dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt. “Nothing to worry
about,” he smiles, “ the leaves are in full color.” We squeeze into one rear
seat and the pilot closes the canopy. “We are in God’s hands now,” I whisper.
The tow plane releases us. The noise of the wind is loud. I thought gliding would be quiet. Joy gets her
wish for a bird’s view of the countryside. We thoroughly enjoy ourselves.
I’m
just thankful the surprise wasn’t hang gliding.
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