Every time I take off from any airport, anywhere, I take a moment.
It is a moment when I think of where I have been – a child in Maine so ong time ago when flying was so foreign, so amazing.
Where flying to another country was such a wonder, something reserved for special people. Never a young girl in a place where girls only married or became teachers.
And yet – I fly.
Many times, I fly. To help developing countries, to post war states. To serve my country, to make things better.
And each time, every time, as the plane lifts, I marvel in how far one person can go.
Many times I fly.