Letters

Hello Mark and Lisa,

I absolutely love your bios! It has inspired me to write to you in hopes that my dream of owning a piece of Maui will someday come true.

I have been drawn to the Hawaiian Islands since I was 13 years old. It was a tough time in my life because my father who had immigrated to the United States in 1968 when the Russians invaded Czechoslovakia decided in 1975 that it was time to go back home. I wasn’t sure where home really was.

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A Mother’s Love
5-15-2008

To Whom It May Concern,

Today you dealt me a blow that rocked me to the core. At least that is how it felt when I first heard the words that spewed from you mouth, "Your son will never be employable. He does not possess the attributes of the type of the students we teach. He asks too many questions and challenges authority.”

Who gives anyone the right to decide what my son can and can not do. I have been blessed to have been given a child who has Autism. Aspergers actually. He is brilliant, funny, inquisitive and yes a challenge. God for some reason decided that I was the best qualified to raise this amazing child. I have watched him grow, learn and develop into a great young man. A man who has morals, values and ethics. I take great pride in raising a man who puts others before himself. It is a rare quality in today’s world.

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Okay so this might be my first time ever typing anything so people could read. I guess this letter is a mindful one. I've had a hard life. Not a violent one, but painful. If you had one person you know that every impossible thing happen to them then; that's me. I sound probably over exaggerating or a brat. I hope I don't. I don't want to go one about how bad my life is while there are others out there hurting. I cry almost every night and still trying to figure out who I can trust in my life. It's suppose to happen to everyone in there life's, but honestly. Not all this pain. Trying to hold it in from everyone else.

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A Mother’s Love
5-15-2008

To Whom It May Concern,

Today you dealt me a blow that rocked me to the core. At least that is how it felt when I first heard the words that spewed from you mouth, "Your son will never be employable. He does not possess the attributes of the type of the students we teach. He asks too many questions and challenges authority.”

Who gives anyone the right to decide what my son can and can not do. I have been blessed to have been given a child who has Autism. Aspergers actually. He is brilliant, funny, inquisitive and yes a challenge. God for some reason decided that I was the best qualified to raise this amazing child. I have watched him grow, learn and develop into a great young man. A man who has morals, values and ethics. I take great pride in raising a man who puts others before himself. It is a rare quality in today’s world.

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Dear Lori,

It is June 17, 2008. I've had a reminder message in my Outlook calendar for two weeks now to remind me of this historical day each year. I do not like to miss your Birthday as I usually do. So, this year I have decided to write you a letter to wish you a Happy, Healthy, Drinky, Smoky, Wishy, Wild Birthday !!!!!! I hope I got the date right this year.

P.S. Hey all you readers and writers why don't you wish Lori a Happy Birthday as well. Hint : Use the "add new comment" field.

P.S.S I spoke to Lori. Her Birthday is on the 18th of June. Darn I got the day wrong again !

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Hi Dad,

Yesterday, Sunday Feb. 3rd, Monika presented me with something very special.

Thursday, Jan. 31st, was my last day of work. My last day in the FAA was actually Saturday, Feb. 2nd, I was on leave the 1st and 2nd. On my last day at work, I had decided that the last airplane I would talk to would be Scandinavian flight 938 (SAS938). This would be while working Departure Control East. I started working the position about 45 minutes before the scheduled departure time for SAS938. About twenty minutes before SAS938's departure time, the controllers over in the tower started telling the aircraft that I would be talking to that their departure controller was performing his last shift before retiring. As I worked the Departure East Sector, and as I transferred control of the aircraft to another frequency, the pilots wished me good luck in retirement and thanked me for all the years of control services before switching over. And then, one by one, the other controllers in the room I was working in, started calling me via the intracommunications we use to coordinate with each other, they all wished me good luck and expressed their feelings of gratitude for being able to have worked with me all these years. It was very emotional as you may imagine.

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