the Parachute

the Parachute
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Charles Plumb, a US Naval Academy graduate,
was a jet fighter pilot in Vietnam.

After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a
surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy
hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist
Vietnamese prison.

He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from
that experience.

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant,
a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew
jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk.
You were shot down!"

"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb.

"I packed your parachute," the man replied.

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.
The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!"

Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked,
I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man.

Plumb says, "I kept wondering what he might have looked like in
a Navy uniform: a white hat, a bib in the back, and bell-bottom
trousers.

I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said
"Good morning," "How are you?" or anything because, you see, I
was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.

Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long
wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the
shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his
hands each time, the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?"

Everyone has someone who provides what he or she needs to make
it through the day. Plumb also points out that he needed many
kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy
territory -- he needed his physical parachute, his mental
parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute.

He called on all these supports before reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss
what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or
thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has
happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice
for no reason.

As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize
those people who pack your parachute.
 
Hello forgiven;

God bless you and thank you for sharing the Parachute. I enjoyed reading about Officer Plumb and it made me think of those who have packed my parachute. Thinking about it is very humbling.
 
What, don't fighter pilots ever talk to sailors..?

I work as support staff at school, sometimes we are acknowledged, often day to day we are not as teachers can be so busy.
So once a year we do have a special support staff day where, we get a whole morning tea off and get to order something at the cafe.

I know some of us support staff absolutely live for that one day a year where we can have a free morning tea at the cafe. We support the staff and children day in and day out because we love our jobs but often get little pay or acknowledgment. (Well, I actually have lots of children come up and hug me but adults don't really do that)

Don't forget cleaners. I have a great library and thanks to the school cleaners who clean every week vaccuming the floor, emptying the rubbish otherwise, I would be spending hours after I've finished working cleaning as well.
 
When I was in the hospital after surgery, I felt a tremendous sense of gratitude for the staff who tended to me. Even the doctor with a poor bedside manner, because he lent his skills to my surgery; even the trainee who caused me considerable pain as he tried to adjust my IV tubes; the people who were obviously first generation Americans coming with their cheerful demeanor; the nurse who saw that I was peacefully sleeping and decided to wait with her services.

He's long retired now, but there was a certain mechanic whose skills as a mechanic were a bit iffy, but my co-worker and I really appreciated the fact that when we came on shift, our machines were clean and the stray mail had been picked up. Those things saved us as much as an hour of work at the beginning of our shift. Also my coworker on my shift who basically took me under his wing when I became a mechanic and schooled me in the ways of the sorting machines.
 
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