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Flying Air in Gods Hands

Hey Mamas 

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted! I miss you, I miss The Mom Initiative and I miss my yoga pants. 

Between adjusting to life as a working mom in the news world, taking care of three kids, and the rest of domesticated life, my world is needless to say a new juggling act. It’s full of twisty turns and on my knees moments. As a working mom, I am the Life Styles reporter for The Kearney Hub Newspaper in Nebraska and have a weekend column called “Chasing Perfect.” I write about the broken, the beautiful and how life walking with God is a unique dance, a daily rhtym, teaching grace and faith. 

Monday was a wild day for me. During a demonstration flight in our hospital’s AirCare helicopter I realized just how fragile life is. 

I used to think, ‘I’m a woman, hear me roar. I can handle anything life throws at me, stitches, giving birth, high schoolers, and negotiating with terroristic toddlers in the middle of Target.’ But flying over Kearney, hearing about trauma stories from flight nurses, and admiring Joan’s fiery red hair, made me realize I wasn’t so tough after all. It made me realize one again just how human I am, how very fragile all our lives really are.
It brought back my friend’s sudden 13327434_726878584121040_4283862601662205708_ndeath and another’s friend’s unexpected stroke and how another friend walked the scary road through surgery and breast reconstruction from a benign tumor.

Life is like that, all twisty and full of unexpected angles and turns.
It keeps us on our toes and reminds us to embrace the day. Tragedy ushers in the unknown and schools us about real life. It opens our eyes to how life can spin on a dime.

Just like my parents and countless others whose lives were saved by AirCare teams and emergency personnel, I thanked them, gratitude spilling over. It reminded me of the after-care staff. I needed to thank my physical therapist, Jordan as he continues to work with my stubborn self as he helps me regain what that accident took from my body.

They didn’t know my story, but they could tell how much the flight impacted my the deep recesses of my soul.

To read the rest of the column, visit: http://www.kearneyhub.com/opinions/hubcolumns/heather_riggleman/ 

 

Stephanie Shott
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