"Fate only takes you so far. The rest is up to you." -Unknown
I have a confession to make... I wanted to quit today. It's gotten to the point that I've exhausted every last brain cell I have, or so it seems. I'm probably just having a bad day, but it's been pretty challenging this past week. I told my husband that Iowa in March reminds me of "the lone and dreary world" they talk about in the scriptures. He chuckled, but it wasn't intended as a joke. My job is to look past that and see what I can capture through my lens. I went outside and looked around, had a couple deep sighs, and was ready to throw in the towel. My husband actually came to my rescue. He decided we were going on a long Sunday drive... destination was to be the Marion Airport. He thought it was a nice day and there might be some planes out flying.
A couple days ago we saw this powered parachuter and I tried to take some pictures from the car, but they turned out blurry. When we got to the airport that same parachuter was there. Haldan got out and talked to him a bit and he was just taking off. I took down his email and I'm going to send him some of my best photos. It was fun to watch so close and I was able to get some great shots standing directly under him. Thanks Haldan for not giving up on me! So, do you think it was fate or just dumb luck that we ran into the same guy twice in three days?