Rules Of The Air For Pilots
~ Every takeoff is optional. Every landing is mandatory.
~ If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is, unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again.
~ It’s always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.
~ When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.
~ A ‘good’ landing is one from which you can walk away. A ‘great’ landing is one after which they can use the plane again.
~ Never let an aircraft take you somewhere your brain didn’t get to five minutes earlier.
~ Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report that mountains have been known to hide out in clouds.
~ There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.
~ You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of
~ Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, the experience usually comes from bad judgment.
~ Keep looking around. There’s always something you’ve missed.
~ Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It’s the law. And it’s not subject to repeal.
~ The three most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above you, runway behind you and a tenth of a second ago.
~ There are old pilots and there are bold pilots. There are, however, no old, bold pilots.
Laying in bed
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, “Where’s the ceiling?!”
Fred’s Final Note
Ol’ Fred had been a faithful Christian and was in the hospital, near death. The family called their preacher to stand with them.
As the preacher stood next to the bed, Ol’ Fred’s condition appeared to deteriorate and he motioned frantically for something to write on. The pastor lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and Ol’ Fred used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, then suddenly died. The preacher thought it best not to look at the note at that time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket.
At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, he realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Ol’ Fred died. He said, “You know, Ol’ Fred handed me a note just before he died. I haven’t looked at it, but knowing Fred, I’m sure there’s a word of inspiration there for us all.”
He opened the note and read, “Please step to your left – you’re standing on my oxygen tube!”
