Post by EnZyTe BoB on Dec 8, 2005 10:16:06 GMT -5
Charles Plumb was a U.S. Navy jet 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 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 had 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 at a long wooden table in
the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding thesilks
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 they need to make it through the day. He 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 people who pack your parachutes.
I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing
my parachute !!! And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped
pack yours!
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without
writing a word, maybe this could explain it: When you are very busy, but
still want to keep in touch, guess what you do--you forward jokes. And
to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important,
you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.
So my friend, next time when you get a joke, don't think that you've
been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today
and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a
smile, just helping you pack your parachute.
missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb
ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 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 had 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 at a long wooden table in
the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding thesilks
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 they need to make it through the day. He 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 people who pack your parachutes.
I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing
my parachute !!! And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped
pack yours!
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without
writing a word, maybe this could explain it: When you are very busy, but
still want to keep in touch, guess what you do--you forward jokes. And
to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important,
you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.
So my friend, next time when you get a joke, don't think that you've
been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today
and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a
smile, just helping you pack your parachute.