What the Hell was going on?

Yesterday was open house day at Historic Flabob Airport. I got there early to partake of the pancake breakfast. I'm not particularly a fan of pancakes but there's something special about them when they're served at an airport. The weather was superb. It was 80 degrees at 8 am but would get over 100 deg later in the day. One of the talks was by Rob "Tumblin' Bear" Harrison, a local boy making good as a aerobatic performer at regional airshows in his Czech built Zlin 50. And a good talker He really is 'of the people'. But I tell you that to tell you this: Two year ago Rob has a serous accident during his routine. One of the maneuvers is to do a loop on takeoff. The problem was that Rob hit the bottom of the loop about one foot too low. He was severely beat up with bruised and broken bones all over his body. The plane was destroyed. Some one asked him if he remembered most of the accident and he replied in the negative. Which reminded me of the numerous attempts I made failing to recall the part of the accident between being on short final and getting out of the upside down plane. The first thing I remember after being place on a gurney in a field in Southern California was being restrained in a hardware store while I shouted loudly at the nurses demanding my Constitutional right to be released. IMMEDIATELY! And all the nurses would do is call for doctors instead of lawyers. What the Hell was going on? I was getting angrier and more frustrated by the second as I was pointedly ignored in my repeated demands. Then just as I reached my peak, around the corner came...... daughter Deb. All my emotions immediately changed from anger and frustration to peace. Everything was going to be all right. I didn't know how or when but I knew. I still get tears in my eyes while I type this. It's been over two years and I remember it as if it were yesterday.
Remembrances are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick