My mother’s hands folded faithfully in prayer for her children, praying Scripture over us and handing us over to the Lord. It was my mother’s hands that helped steer and guide me through the obstacles in life.
“Back to school!” Now there is a phrase destined to strike the heart of any self-respecting micro-managing mother with anticipation and terror—anticipation because the micro-manager is faster than a speeding bullet, stronger than a freight train, and, well, really good at planning for any eventuality—terror because school is not her jurisdiction so none of that stuff matters. I’m not really a micro-manager, not even a helicopter mom, but I do confess to having control issues. And back-to-school season has been known to bring out the “best” in me.
What was I flying toward? There are 22 universities in Ontario. Suddenly flying out to the coast to go to school instead of staying closer to home didn’t seem like such a great idea. Ontario felt very, very far away.
It is an amazing feeling to be a part of something bigger, something that lasts longer than your contribution.
It was during my first year at Trinity Junior College (now TWU), in 1968, that I was fortunate enough to make the cut for the Varsity Basketball Team.
The trees stand as a living memorial for the lives of each of these pilots and former Trinity Western students: Teena Daly , Jeffrey Helzer, Al Karim Merali, Danny Penner, Graeme Seath (Instructor), Terry Townsend.