One year ago almost to the day, I flew Maci and Mom. My wife was with me on that trip, her first Angel Flight mission.

After Maci and Mom were delivered to a crowd of crying, balloon and sign waving family members, it was our turn to cry and pray for a young family we had just met.

Though Mom is all thumbs up, her fear for Maci could not hide behind the mask.

This time, I flew a vibrant little lady with the energy and glow all four year old’s should have (see photo on left), and a Mom excited not only for Maci’s future, but also for the coming of a brother or sister for Maci.

I am tempted to print these pictures and carry them with me.

When asked why I fly Angel Flight missions, then all I would need to do is show them. No words needed.