I’ve been travelling all over the country for the past nine years. Some are personal travels, most are work related. And always, by God’s grace, I travel via plane.
In my latest flight, I was bound for Bacolod City. Since I took the earliest flight that day, 6:00 a.m. , I was at NAIA Terminal 2 by 4:45 in the morning. As I sat at the departure launch, memories came flooding into my thoughts.
I remembered when I was a kid, living in the farm with my grandparents. Every time I would hear the plane’s engine, I would ran out into the fields and try to run after it as it zooms above. Then with so much energy and happiness that a kid can contain, I would go into my grandparents and make a proclamation “Someday, I will ride a plane!”.
I remembered how warm the laughter my grandparents would have every time I make that proclamation, and my grandmother would reply “they only allow tall people to ride in the plane, iha. You will not pass.” But I would only wrinkle my nose and say ” Whatever! I will study hard and work hard when I grow up and I will ride that plane!”
And so I nurtured that dream in my heart, making it part of my motivation and inspiration.
Fast forward to the present and here I am,by God’s grace, riding planes almost on a weekly basis, going to places, seeing sights and scenes that I have never even dreamed about before.
If my grandparents are alive today, I am quite sure they would be happy.
And for all of these, my praises and thanksgiving is for the Lord. For making me dream high, fly high.