Wayne and I are trying to keep an even keel and talk to our boys a lot, more than we normally do. This has been a real binding event. It kind of keeps your perspective.
He was descending from 8,000 to 7,000 feet when the engine conked out.
Fortunately, there was one nearby. He didn't have a signal on his cell phone.
This is something that he's wanted to do since the get-go. Somebody's got to fly those planes. He is the master of his universe up there.
You protect that because it pays folks' salaries that we're depending on -- music teachers, librarians. Yeah, there are needs at the site level. But let's not lose sight of this other thing we have going and make sure we're all in it together.
We went into massive denial because what could we do other than completely freak out?
