Sober and Flying High

IT WAS a beautiful afternoon for flying. I observed the motions the new student was going through and suggested steps that would form a habit pattern so that someday, if he were to encounter trouble, he would have a systematic way to find the error. (Does this ring a bell?) Preflight completed, we taxied to the center line, and I noticed a hint of apprehension building inside of him, for he realized it was the point of no return. I smiled and said, "Well, let's go let God." I remember my first AA meeting, and my sponsor saying the same thing as I hesitated outside the church door.