Dear Everyone:
Well here I am sitting at My Desk Typing away on My Computer. What I should be doing is getting My Flying Gear ready For I hope to Fly a Gigantic Wills-Wing Condor. When I Fly that 330 Condor of George's it will be My first Flight in as of the 38th. It will have been Twelve Years Three Months since that Faitful Sunday when I pounded Myself almost into non existence.\\
But Contrary to what Those {EXPERTS} My Doctors Prophesized that would become of Me; "DEATH". I did not follow the Prognosis that My Doctors Had envisioned For. No I had no intention of wasting away. Anyways, think about it. Just how Much are-time could I get if I was Dead? I am not being a {DRAMA QUEEN} here. But when You injure Yourself badly enough Doctors simply Wright You off. My Doctor at the Time said to My Sister; "That I would never be much better than an Potato, and that I would bever walk again".
Well Here I am waiting to hear from My Friend Pilot-X. For He will be the one Who will Drive Myself, and George's W-W 330 Condor to either The Beach or an In-Land Traing Site. Where I will walk that Huge Glider into the air.
But for now i am Waiting, yes simply I am waiting for Pilot-X.
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