I work nights. Yesterday afternoon started out a little rough for me. I woke up, stumbled zombie-like out into the world, and poured myself some coffee to reestablish my baseline serum caffeine level.
Usually I start the day by reading my aviation twitter feed and AOPA eBrief over coffee. To my dismay, the twitterverse told me that one of my favorite authors, Richard Bach, had been involved in a plane crash in the San Juans up in Washington state. Apparently his airplane caught a power line on approach. Reports indicate that he might have a head injury as well as the other usual traumatic breaks and bruises.
Working in intensive care, I’ve seen my share of traumatic head injuries. Results vary widely from person to person, and I sincerely hope that Mr. Bach will be able to make a full recovery. The mind that brought forth some of my favorite aviation books, such as Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Illusions, is a treasure. Bach’s work is inspiring.
Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there’s a reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!
You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment you touch the perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and Perfect speed, my son, is being there.
~Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull