edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2001
By Bonnie Sue Johnson
Posted: Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Become a Fan
This was an unusual experience I had while listening to the Blue Angels, from my home, while practicing for their annual air show.
When I awoke within the darkness of my well-shaded bedroom, I heard the influential sounds of the Blue Angels flying overhead, as they prepared for their annual air show. Sounding like wartime missiles, I was amazed and surprised by my own fear. I could picture them in my mind’s eye, powerful engines making their purpose known with intense velocity, feeling as if at any moment there would be an explosion! I felt as if I were in the middle of a war and the surrounding sounds were taking my power away from me, raping my future and scarring my present. The safety of my room was deceiving. I lay motionless within its blackness with my tightly wrapped covers surrounding me and my little pup snuggled next to me. My imagination ran wild and out of control with pictures of destruction and chaos. Where was the thrill for these magnificent birds that I had carried with me throughout the years?
I remember long ago, driving home from work and pulling to the side of the freeway, among many other spectators, to watch as the magnificently handsome jets did their dance through the clouds. Admiring and relishing in the moment of their majestic beauty, I would feel the thrill of excitement rage throughout my whole body, as if connected to them, as if I were the one actually flying within freedom’s offerings......
I dressed and let my little pup out to meet nature and watched as the noise would make her duck, and I laughed at us both. Once back inside again though, the fear would surge through my whole body and I couldn’t shake the reality that these powerful engines represented. I needed to take a walk.
Again outside, we approached onto the street from within the trees and I saw two Blue Angels flying on an angle with intense speed and elegance. I found myself saying, “wow.“ I felt my heart skip a beat. Once again I was into the excitement as I watched yet a third jet shoot straight up, spinning around and around and around within the clear of the day. I found myself jumping up and down, giggling like a child that was bubbling over with anticipation. As we walked further, even my beloved friend didn’t seem bothered anymore as jets danced all around us in every direction and I thought that my stomach was going to hop right out of me and fly away with them into the magic. What magnificence! What incredibility! What splendid beauty these birds expressed. Within their statement I saw their reality, and I saw their beauty and I thanked God! I thanked God for the protection these machines gave and I thanked God for the splendor I received by watching these Angels fly within our Father’s skies.