The Spirit of Adventure - Michael McCafferty
The Spirit of Adventure - Michael McCafferty
The Spirit of Adventure - Michael McCafferty
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few months <strong>of</strong> the sale <strong>of</strong> my company, I started taking flying lessons in a Stearman. With<br />
only a few hours in this vintage biplane, I literally fell in love with a Waco YMF-5 at an air<br />
show and was astounded to learn that these planes are built brand new, from scratch, by a<br />
little company in Lansing Michigan. I was stunned by the beautiful lines <strong>of</strong> this Waco,<br />
and on the flight back home in the Stearman, all I could think about was the Waco. On the<br />
first day <strong>of</strong> business after the air show, I called the Waco factory, and after a brief<br />
conversation, sent them a deposit to reserve a plane for me. This time, there would be no<br />
delays, no price increases. This time I would have my biplane, and I would fly it. Little<br />
did I know how costly it would become.<br />
I was so filled with the enthusiasm <strong>of</strong> flying, and the excitement that soon I would<br />
have my very own open-cockpit biplane that I just had to share this wonderful experience.<br />
I asked my flight instructor, the son <strong>of</strong> a writer <strong>of</strong> some <strong>of</strong> aviation's more popular books,<br />
to give rides to some <strong>of</strong> my closest friends. I would have preferred that I do the flying, but<br />
I was still a student. And I would have preferred that it would be in my own biplane, but<br />
it was not yet ready for delivery.<br />
It was on the first day <strong>of</strong> spring, March 21, 1993 that a small group <strong>of</strong> my friends<br />
went for rides, one by one, in the biplane I first flew, a pumpkin-colored 450 Stearman,<br />
with pilot Rob Bach at the controls, while I stayed on the ground and awaited their return.<br />
One by one, they got a small taste <strong>of</strong> the joy I feel each time I take to the sky. One by one<br />
they returned to a gentle landing, except one.<br />
My son, Mike, was the last to fly that day, and when I strapped him into the<br />
cockpit before take<strong>of</strong>f I was thinking how much I love him, and what a wonderful person<br />
he turned out to be. <strong>The</strong> pilot looked at the gas gauge and mumbled a few words about<br />
having enough. But he didn't. <strong>The</strong> plane ran out <strong>of</strong> gas and crashed into a small hill near<br />
the runway, destroying the plane, and breaking Mike's back, paralyzing him from the<br />
waist down. I was on the scene before the paramedics lifted him out <strong>of</strong> the plane, and I<br />
could hear him telling them that he couldn't feel his legs. He was incredibly lucky to be<br />
alive. My only thought from that point on was that we would do whatever it took to<br />
overcome this setback. I was convinced that he could prove wrong the doctors' prognosis<br />
<strong>of</strong> life in a wheelchair. And he did.<br />
It was not without Herculean effort on his part that he did this. If there is any<br />
message that I want to share with you, dear reader, it is that Mike is my personal hero.<br />
During his extended hospitalization, and rehabilitation, he never once complained <strong>of</strong> the<br />
pain, he never once railed out against me for having been the one to get him into this<br />
mess, and he never once gave up the fight for recovery. If I did not see it myself, I would<br />
not have believed that it is possible to fight so hard and so long and still maintain a<br />
delightful sense <strong>of</strong> humor and be a loving, lovable person. As I write this, Mike is walking<br />
with the assistance <strong>of</strong> crutches, definitely beyond the point where the best doctors had<br />
ever thought he would be.<br />
<strong>The</strong> pilot received only a small cut on his forehead, and a six-month suspension <strong>of</strong><br />
his license. He is now flying passengers for Reno Air.<br />
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