Normally at Compass, we do not take our planes as far as Mississippi.
However, some people we know at the airport travel that far, and farther in their own planes.
One older gentleman we know who owns a plane we work on occasionally, was flying with his wife, traveling for the Thanksgiving holiday. In the middle of Mississippi, as he was flying, he began to lose his vision.
However, some people we know at the airport travel that far, and farther in their own planes.
One older gentleman we know who owns a plane we work on occasionally, was flying with his wife, traveling for the Thanksgiving holiday. In the middle of Mississippi, as he was flying, he began to lose his vision.
The plane we relocated.
He had suffered a heart attack while flying the airplane.
He had the presence of mind, and thankfully still had just enough vision, to land the plane immediately, and amazingly there was an airport right where he was (the next closest airport was more than 15 miles away).
They called 911, and he was flown by helicopter to the hospital. His wife followed in a car, and it took her more than 2 hours to get there. By the time she arrived, they had already performed surgery and installed a stent, and he was already beginning his recovery, and later returned to Shelby, NC.
All this, however, left this gentleman without the medical check-off that allows him to fly, and it left his airplane in the middle of Mississippi, at a small airport where there are not even ropes with which to tie down your plane (you don't want the gusting winds of thunderstorms to flip your plane over; after all, it IS meant to fly).
He had the presence of mind, and thankfully still had just enough vision, to land the plane immediately, and amazingly there was an airport right where he was (the next closest airport was more than 15 miles away).
They called 911, and he was flown by helicopter to the hospital. His wife followed in a car, and it took her more than 2 hours to get there. By the time she arrived, they had already performed surgery and installed a stent, and he was already beginning his recovery, and later returned to Shelby, NC.
All this, however, left this gentleman without the medical check-off that allows him to fly, and it left his airplane in the middle of Mississippi, at a small airport where there are not even ropes with which to tie down your plane (you don't want the gusting winds of thunderstorms to flip your plane over; after all, it IS meant to fly).
There's a reason they're called the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Compass was able to help out by relocating his plane back home, because he was unable to do it. It's something we're glad to be able to help with.
We are simply grateful to God that He spared this mans life, and that we at Compass can demonstrate the love of God by sacrificing our time and resources (if you think car gas is expensive, you should see aviation gasoline), all for His name's sake.
We are simply grateful to God that He spared this mans life, and that we at Compass can demonstrate the love of God by sacrificing our time and resources (if you think car gas is expensive, you should see aviation gasoline), all for His name's sake.
Some of the mountains we flew over. For perspective, there are some houses on top of the ridge.
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