When the winds turn bad, anything is possible at the airport!
Dr. Keith, great all-around guy, decided to ski in 107 degrees while dragging a tire. He would say, “If you can’t fly, exercise.” He would also let you know that he is the only person in the Midwest to own grass skis. (And I can see why.)
Shaking my head, I got the camera ready for the big event. “Hey, Bull Dog, do you need me to bring you some Gatorade while your out there?”
“No, just make sure I’m still standing occasionally,” a smiling Keith replied.
As Keith started skiing north toward the windsock, I hurried outside. In an ankle length dress and sandals, I dashed across the cracked, rough, and hilly ground to get myself into position.
Keith called, “Will you do anything to catch a photo?”
“Almost,” I yell back as I ran past him. If I didn’t capture this moment, who would believe me when I said, “A man skied 2 miles, in extreme heat, towing rubber around the runway. It should go in some sort of record book. I think Keith deserves some sort of badge or button that says, If I’m not in the air, come find me, I may be under the tire. Click to enlarge photo for a better view, if you dare.
And his name — by faith in his name — has made this man strong whom you see and know, and the faith that is through Jesus has given the man this perfect health in the presence of you all. Acts 3:16
