As I cruised over the thick vegetation of the Ituri forest and the beautifully manicured Epulu airstrip, hiding its’ bounding bumpy surface, came into sight, I was struck again that I am just made for this job. I love it. It happened to me the first day back flying on Monday as well. Lary and I had flown over to pick up a load of medicine and hospital supplies for Mungbere Mission, taking the chance to do a PFR (Proficiency Flight Review) along the way. When I stopped at Kajjansi to load the cargo I was greeted by Daude Lule at the door of the Caravan. “It seems you are glad to be flying again Mr Jon!”, he said.
Oh yes! It is such a pleasure it is hard to describe. That perfect fit. That moment in time when all the elements of a great receipt come together to create the mouth watering cuisine. delightful dish. When something….or someone…is fulfilling the purpose for which it or he was created. Like the sound of Babe Ruth’s baseball bat connecting with the ball that will sail out over the walls of the park for a home run. Like morning mist on the banks of the Rogue River. The sweeping curve of the fly rods’ line as the sun traces it’s gentle path through the air. When the fly almost touches the water and a huge rainbow trout tail-stands out of the water to grab the fly and…it is perfect.
That is me slipping my Caravan into a bumpy little strip of grass cut out of the tall trees in the steamy forest of Congo and making the delivery. Just perfect!
Cher and I lay in bed in the morning with smiles on our faces as we listened to the sounds of birds and the little town of Bunia waking. She said to me, “Describe, in one word, what you are feeling right now.” I said back without hesitation, “Relaxed.” And she yelled out, “Hey, that is MY word!” We are so glad to be back home where we belong.