Where’s Bill, A Pilot’s Tale

Posted on August 11, 2009

Where’s Bill
A Pilots Tale

Introduction:
"Where’s Bill" is an afterthought. When I started this book, I was going to write about my experiences as a pilot, in particular, a helicopter pilot. As such, I named the book “Rotor Trash, A pilot’s tale” but I could not seem to keep from writing about all of the life experiences that led up to my becoming a pilot. But I couldn’t stop there; I wanted to talk about most all of my experiences. As I say latter on “at least all that I’m able to admit.” I have been traveling and growing all of my life and phrase “Where’s Bill” is very appropriate as you will see when you start tumbling through my story. Where I Am at any given moment, meaning, geographically, spiritually, mentally or anything like that, is anyone’s guess. I don’t have much experience writing, however I do tell a lot of stories about the adventures I have created. Sometimes someone will just bring up a subject, any subject, and I will know about it or have had some kind of exposure with it. It’s kind of like I’ve been there done that and got a T shirt. I have been known to spin a yarn of two in my time just for laughs but for the most part, this is a true account of my life up to now. (Now? Is there such a thing?) It will no doubt read like a fiction novel and it could be I suppose but as they say “Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.” Sometimes it even sounds phony to me but I assure you that’s not my intention. I will however, omit certain data that could be harmful to me or others, particularly those few that are closely entangled in my adventures. (Or Not)
I will be skipping around in “Time” as my Spirit leads me and as I try to “re-member” my life. What I mean is that I’ll be in the past sometimes and in the present at other times. Like I said, I don’t claim to be a writer but I will do the best I can. I think this endeavor will allow me to get a lot off my chest and I hope if any one reads this, you will find it entertaining. I’ve ask myself many times why I would even want to re-live all that garbage, except it’s not all garbage and besides that, it is what it is! (Unless it’s not!)
I want to dedicate this book to my Mother, who taught me that I was an immortal soul bestowed upon her by God him/her self. That I was special and could do anything that I could dream of. She said I had no limits as long as I kept God on my side and had faith in whatever I chose to do. She taught me to pray for guidance and to be thankful for all my blessings, even if it didn’t seem like a blessing at the time. She taught me to be humble and ask forgiveness when I made a bad choice and to forgive others no matter what that they did or how much they hurt me, and to be quick to ask forgiveness for anything I did that hurt or offended others and to bless them whether I thought they needed it or not. She taught me to read the Bible and take it with me where ever I went. Most of all, she taught me to Love as Jesus loved, without condition, always, and in all-ways, even unto death.
She taught me, but I failed her many, many times. It was HER faith that kept me alive long enough to find my own faith. It was HER courage and determination that gave me strength. I could have been a better Son, but I couldn’t have loved her more.
Thanks Mom

Last edited by Wild bill on August 12, 2009, 10:18 pm


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4 responses to Where’s Bill, A Pilot’s Tale

  1. Great introduction!
    This style of writing will be VERY attractive to many people.
    It’s earthy, honest.

    What counts is the story. The person behind the story.
    Words are just the tools you use to paint the picture of that story, of that person. As you become more adept, you learn the finer brush strokes, which brushes with which taper/bristle produce which texture, style, effect…  and which colors mixed together produce what effect… but what counts is the story, and the experience of the person behind the story.
    You’re a writer… Oh, yes.

    Great.

    PS: I’ve always worried (when I visit other writing sites, where you have some really sarcastic reviewers holding forth with their exalted opinions) (eg: Writers Cafe) how many potentially GREAT story tellers get frustrated, upset, embittered and generally put off… by nit picking people who make the writer feel bad by poking at little errors
    and typos. And do so in an unkind manner.
    Style, elan, vocabulary… all that comes with time. But the story within the man… that’s either there,or it’s not…

  2. Thanks Francis, For the gentel crit’ic. I’m going to post one more paet of the intro and then give it some time to soak in. You and your flock may not be ready for the likes of me and thats ok. I may be somewhat astute but certianly not a wordsmith like yourself. Your mastery of the art of the english vocabulary is astonding. After reading your story about the person who pulled you from a burning helicopter, I must admit, I’m a little like him. A kind and gentle soul I am, a wordsmith I am not. As for the typos and spelling, I’m working on that. The story its selfis good. Think of it like a wildflower among the weeds. Gotta go to work.
    Cheers

  3. Oh, I know the story itself is good, as I witnessed some of it…eh?

    Remember us both going for the same log? And me ‘pretending’ I hadn’t seen ya?

    Me bad.

    Remember the wires at the Big Eye hangar? The ones you swore you saw???

  4. Oh, Mr. Bill – the reason you give for writing – don’t you know that’s what makes so many of us write – to make sense of who we are and where we’ve been / are going ?

    Anais Nin said "It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before… to test your limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

    Isn’t that it, though?

    You may think you are not a good writer – I tend to disagree.  Whatever is missing, will come along – as Moggy said.  But anyone who could write that – that sentiment you put about your mother – well, yes, Mr. Bill – you are a writer and that was beautiful.  

    Good for you!

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