Yeah, it’s just a pretty picture of balloons, but they’re kinda special to me. I took this picture with my right hand while holding the balloons in my left. They were used in the party for my Mom’s 80th birthday a couple years back. She lives on the West Coast where I was born, though I've been in the Midwest most of my life.
The sky was a bold blue on that day in the northern California sky, and those balloons were a fabulous splash of color, just like they are in the picture. But I’ve got this picture here, now, for a different reason.
If you’re anything like me, a helium filled balloon is pretty cool because of one simple but amazing thing: it represents flight. When you’re a little kid, and someone hands you a balloon, instantly your minds opens up to: 'what if I could fly.' The balloon is “lift”, and you can feel it. It’s the power to overcome gravity, and it’s in your hand!
So now, when you look at these balloons, any balloons, I hope you can also see behind them the amazing world of flying machines, fixed wing and rotary, powered and unpowered, lighter than air and even rockets.
But maybe even more important, when you see the world of aviation all around you, when you fly or even just ride in a flying machine, any kind of flying machine... I hope you can see it in the same way a child sees the balloon. Full of wonder and full of dreams.
Being able to get our feet off the ground isn’t a 'right', it’s a very special privilege. I hope we never forget that.
And consider stepping into this weekend like a child holding a balloon: full of wonder and innocence. A lot curious and a little bit daring. And if you’re really smart, you’ll never go back to being an adult :)