Learning to trust

A number of years ago, I was invited to fly to Minneapolis on a private plane to see a concert of a well-known singer. The plane I flew on was owned by Kathy and Bob, a couple I didn’t know at the time. Bob was our pilot. It was quite the trip: a beautiful day surfing through cotton-candy clouds. Bob invited us, his six passengers, to try our hand at flying the plane. Knowing I would likely never be offered this chance again, I accepted, and piloted an airplane for the first and last time. During this adventure, I didn’t mention AA or my sobriety.