A quadriplegic gets wings to fly

I wish I could bottle up Randall Dickman’s attitude and sell it at a Kitty Hawk Kites location near you. The results would be impressive: our sales would skyrocket and the world would become a much happier place.

And I’ve never even met the man. But I did have the good fortune of being able to spend half an hour with him on the phone yesterday. Needless to say, I was impressed.

I called to talk with him about his recent tandem hang gliding lesson. He’s a nursing home administrator by trade – not a poet – but the words he used to describe tandem were as poignant to me as any Frost or Tennyson or Dickinson ever penned. He talked about how quietly he and his instructor glided through the air, about how good the light mist of the clouds felt on his face, and about his surprise at how effortlessly the pilot controlled the glider.

Now, being towed up 2,000 feet above the Outer Banks and then released to make your own, non-powered descent is enough to get anyone’s adrenaline pumping, but for Randall Dickman, who hasn’t walked since he was 17, the experience was – in his words – “the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done.”

You see, Randall is a C-3,-4,-5 quadriplegic, the result of a car accident during his senior year (1973) in high school. But Randall Dickman’s not the kind of guy to allow circumstances to shape his destiny.A quadriplegic gets wings to fly

You know how it’s become socially acceptable to say that someone has been “confined to a wheelchair”? Nope. Doesn’t apply here. Randall Dickman’s not a man willing to be confined.

Randall said he realized very quickly after his accident that he needed to get a good education to be able to provide for himself. So he did. Now, he’s the administrator (that means he’s the guy in charge) of a nursing home facility that’s been given a much-coveted five-star ranking by U.S. News and World Report. He says he feels like his own disabilities have given him the special ability to empathize with those he serves professionally. Leave it to Randall to find the silver lining.

Randall found out about our tandem hang gliding lessons at the Currituck Airport while he and several members of his family were vacationing here on the Outer Banks. A flight enthusiast with the dream of flight since childhood, Randall said he knew this was something he had to do. His sister wasn’t so keen on the idea (she was worried about his safety), but his brother Steve helped make it happen. Randall says getting into the harness was challenging but that our instructors were “very kind, helpful, and professional.”A quadriplegic gets wings to fly

“This experience was even better than I ever imagined. I think that all people with disabilities should experience this at least once in their life,” he said.

And then he said something that makes everything we do as a company seem so…so…worth it: “Hang gliding is one of those experiences that makes life really worth living.”A quadriplegic gets wings to fly

Randall Dickman sees the world through a half-full-glass lense. And I see guys like Randall Dickman as reminders of the power of the human spirit.

Randall, thanks for reminding me – and countless others, I’m sure – that with the right attitude, all our dreams can take flight.

A quadriplegic gets wings to fly

 

 

Hope and Hang Gliding: The ChemoBabe Takes Flight

Lani Horn has three kids, a PhD from Berkeley, and a tenured teaching post at Vanderbilt University. And stage-three breast cancer.

The diagnosis came back in 2009, just four months after Lani and her husband, Adam, moved their family to Nashville, TN. Lani says her first reaction to the news was: “How is this supposed to work?” No one puts cancer in their five-year plan, after all.

Lani’s doctors began aggressive treatment — the “full battery,” she calls it — including those terrible twins: radiation and chemotherapy. Lani doesn’t bother sugarcoating the experience. “I was really, really sick. Some women are heroic and strong during treatment; I wasn’t.” Fatigue and impairment became familiar companions.

It wasn’t long before the bills confirmed what they had already expected: fighting for your life is expensive. In one year alone, they paid nearly $20,000 in out-of-pocket medical expenses — “and that’s with great insurance!” Lani adds emphatically. Strapped financially, Lani and Adam had to say “no to so many things” their kids asked to do. There’s a tinge of sadness in her voice when she talks about this — one that’s noticeably absent when she talks about her own struggles.

So, when an invitation came to spend a week on the completely free of charge, it was nice for Lani and Adam to be able, at long last, to reply with– in Lani’s words — a “big ole’ yes!”

That invitation came from Jeanine Patten-Coble, founder of the Little Pink Houses of Hope, a Raleigh, NC-based nonprofit whose mission is to provide breast cancer survivors with opportunities to reconnect with their families during and after their cancer battles, which, Jeanine points out, is a battle that impacts the whole family, not just the patient. By the way, Jeanine knows a thing or two about breast cancer: she’s a survivor, too.

The idea for the Little Pink Houses of Hope project was born during Jeanine’s own battle with breast cancer and her desire to “do something amazing” with her diagnosis. And amazing things have happened. This year, the organization will host six different retreats up and down the coasts of North and South Carolina — and no survivor or family member ever pays a cent. The cottages, the meals, the entertainment, the activities are all donated by local businesses and private homeowners. When Jeanine contacted us about donating a hang gliding experience, we were excited to be able to provide a diversion for these much-deserving survivors. So excited, in fact, that we said why stop with ? and donated a kayak tour, too.

Lani says it’s impossible to adequately describe what the Outer Banks retreat meant to her family. “When you have cancer, it’s a challenge to give your kids your best, and your world becomes really small,” Lani says. The retreat, though, provided a chance for the Horns to remove themselves from the day-to-day struggles of survival.

Lani’s four-year-old particularly enjoyed hang gliding at Jockey’s Ridge State Park. “He thought he was Buzz Lightyear, running up and down those dunes.” She and her oldest had some valuable one-on-one time while sharing a kayak on the Kitty Hawk Kites Safari River Tour, and she says Adam, who paddled with their middle daughter, was so happy he couldn’t stop singing.

“The people of [the Outer Banks] were so generous, and we were moved by the outpouring of support from the community,” Lani says. She says the experience has given them a newfound affection for the Outer Banks.

Lani says the trip was “restorative,” and we think that’s a pretty high compliment to the businesses who make the Outer Banks a great place to play and a great place to live. And while the battle hasn’t been won yet, doctors tell Lani that her outlook is good. You can learn more about Lani’s journey with cancer on her blog: www.chemobabe.com.

 

Hope and Hang Gliding: The ChemoBabe Takes Flight

 

Lessons learned hangin’ out at the Spectacular

Marc from the marketing department here. Since this was my first , and it’s likely that many of you haven’t had the chance to attend one either, I thought I’d post some of my personal take-homes from the weekend.

Dont’ wear flip flops on the dune. Every time I walked, the shoe’s flop action catapulted significant amounts of sand all over my back and down into my shirt collar. It looked like a jet ski’s waterspout, only with sand, not water. The poor Canadian journalist I was showing around on Sunday afternoon couldn’t figure out where the phantom sandblast was coming from; I acted equally perplexed. (“One of those weird natural anomalies particular to the dune, I guess.?.?”)

The sport of hang gliding is competitive, but collegial. There were sixty pilots competing, and it was clear that every last one of them was there to win. I mean, you don’t take vacation time from work and drive twelve (or more) hours in the car with a giant, not-so-fuel-economy-friendly glider strapped to the roof of your car for nothing. But amid all the seriousness a contest cooks up, I was surprised at how friendly the competition was. When a pilot pulled off a particularly impressive landing, his or her competitors on the launch hill would crank out accolades and attaboys (and several attagirls at our equal opportunity competition). And there was encouragement aplenty for pilots whose flights wound up being a tinge on the wrong side of underwhelming. Probably some of the finest examples of real sportsmanship I’ve seen in a very long time. Refreshing, really.

Sun screen is a really good thing.

Mother Nature is her own woman. When an entire competition relies entirely on wind speed and direction, you’re at Mother Nature’s mercy. And just when you think you know what she’s got up her sleeve, the windsock renders your prediction an epic failure.

There’s just something really, really cool about flight. When you see a pilot — a normal, run of the mill, everyday Joe — running into the wind, finding lift, and then — almost magically — soaring across the sky, it’s, well, an almost spiritual experience … like the need to fly, to soar, to be elevated is primal. After watching probably a couple of hundred flights this weekend, I think I understand a little better what fueled Orville and Wilbur way back in 1903 and what fuels today.

If you give a man a flight, he’ll get to where he wants to be; if you teach a man to fly, he’ll become what he wants to be.

So, put next year’s event on your calendar: it all starts up on the Thursday after Mother’s Day. And next year, the event will hit the big 4-0.

Lessons learned hangin out at the Spectacular

 

 

 

Hurry up and wait – day 2 on the dunes

This morning’s winds: light and annoying. We’d all hurry up to move into an optimal position for the wind only to have it shift seconds later. The “hurry up and wait” scenario dominated the morning. But the afternoon turned out to be, well…. Flights off the “big dune” were impressive, to say the least. It’s amazing to see how much control these pilots have over the gliders. I know we promised an update on scores, but again, we forgot to get the latest standings sheet. The instructor reunion as held a little earlier, and the street dance is going on as we type. Tomorrow, we’ll hear from Richard Boone, this year’s Rogallo Foundation Hall of Fame inductee.

Here’s a little clip about what the means to some of the participants.

39th Annual Hang Gliding Spectacular – Day 1

So, the 39th Annual got off the ground today (pun intended). Day 1 was a success. Perfect weather, acceptable winds, and talent aplenty. As of the start of the competition, we had 59 participants. We should have gotten a standings list from Bruce Weaver, but we didn’t; we’ll make sure to post them tomorrow.

In the meantime, here’s some footage from day 1 of the .

Remember, day 2′s events kick off at 10:00 tomorrow on the Dunes at Jockey’s Ridge State Park. For more info and a complete schedule of events, visit www.hangglidingspectacular.com.