Kimberly L. Kanapeckas
October 2013
Girls With Wings Mentor, Flight Scholarship Recipient
Just yesterday, low ceilings at my destination made me postpone my flight to the Atlanta area. While within minimums, the reduced visibility wasn’t ideal for pilotage. Instead, I practised rudder cross control in prep for aerobatic and backcountry flying. As pilots in training, we learn lots about the person who instructs us month after month in the cockpit. Sometimes the conversations at cruising altitude are pop tests of situational awareness, other times friendly conversations, stories, and dreams (yesterday it was reminiscing about grad school days in a band).
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Foster Kitten "Jet Fuel" in Airport Hangar |
The privilege of being named a mentor for Girls With Wings has opened more doors and formed more friendships and cooperations already than I had ever anticipated! In the 2 months since being awarded a flight scholarship, my training has progressed quickly and I am nearing preparation for my FAA checkride to be able to carry passengers! I have soloed the airplane, flown unsupervised solos from start-up to shut-down, and planned and executed cross-country flights to neighbouring states. Most noticeably, I’ve become very comfortable in the air, able to read my aircraft and confidently aviate, navigate, and communicate. This is perhaps the most satisfying feeling after so much sacrifice and investment, and it creates a place in my soul that will always be in the air. A poem that resonates in the hearts of most pilots is High Flight, and it is one that I hope is read when one day I pass from this world to the Kingdom of Heaven to be with the Lord:
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earthAviation and the free perspective it affords I will pursue and share with others—especially women and children—for the rest of my life.
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941 age 19
Please know that you can contact me at any time through email at kkanapec-at-gmail.com or via my LinkedIn profile http://www.linkedin.com/in/kimberlylkanapeckas.
I truly look forward to updating everyone on my checkride and passenger flights soon.
Blue skies and favourable winds to all!
We are big fans of you as well, Kimberly, but that had to have meant a lot coming from a CFI you respect. Thanks for keeping us inspired with your essays and we look forward to hearing of your future accomplishments!
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