My story:

I've always loved aircraft. When I was 5 years old, I got a ride in a Cessna 172 at the local airport. It was all over but the shouting... or so I thought. I knew I wanted to fly.

Life has so many twists and turns - including 6 years in the United States Navy (four on a aircraft carrier) and 10 years in the U.S. Army (the ground won't sink). During the last 10 years of service, a woman came along who would turn out to be Mrs. Jester, followed by missions work in Mexico, then children (4 lil Jesters), and finally ordination (Rev. Jester).

Throughout all of this, the love of flying would not go away. Computers brought wings back into my life to the point of persuading Mrs. Jester to sneak out and enrolling me in flying lessons. Talk about a dream taking its sweet time to be realized - I just started flying at the ripe young age of.. well.. over 38.

The point of all this rambling:
Will I ever fly for a living? Nope. Am I a pilot? I am working on it. Do I fly? Ohhhh yeah baby! Regrets about waiting so long? None, I think it made it sweeter. There is no need to rush out right away. Just because you love to fly doesn't mean you HAVE to fly for a living. One is a passion, the other is a profession. In some cases, the passion becomes a profession, but it doesn't have to.

John