An Aviation Love Story

Every dog has her day; today was mine.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the Farley house loves aviation and all that it entails. Many assume that I love aviation because Jon is a pilot. Do I love that I get to hear all about his flying every day? You bet! Do I love that he can speak airplane fluently to me? Absolutely. Do I live vicariously through his flying? You better believe it. God generously blessed me with Jon’s dream of flying… because it was my dream too.

The first time watched Top Gun… I was hooked. Not just “this is a good movie I think I will watch it again” type of hooked, but something stirred deep within my soul. A desperate longing to fly. I felt like I missed it, I craved it, and I had never even been in an airplane before! It was the moment that I felt like I had a calling. A purpose. A passion that would never die but would be pushed into remission time and time again for the next 10 years of my life.

Without question, I wanted to be a Navy fighter pilot. Not Air Force. Not commercial.

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