Freedom

I flew a plane once... It was my 12th birthday and Bro. Giles put our lives at stake by letting me take the wheel of the little cesna we were in, thousands of feet above the valley... that was an experience that changed the way I looked at Freedom. To me, Freedom had always been akin to the ability to choose left or right, it was my choice and since it was a free country no one could make me choose either one. After flying a plane, Freedom became the ability to soar. Left or Right?  How boring!  Up, down, sideways, diagonal... wherever!  Now that was Freedom. The ability to soar wherever I had the guts to go. Lately, freedom has become a different kind of daring. Now that I'm "out of the nest" (kind of...)  I have choices I need to make, and which choices I choose honestly depend on how much I dare to Soar.