Limes with Orange

Those of you who know my peacenik tendencies may be surprised to learn that I've been following The Discovery Channel's Jetstream, a show about fighter pilot training. But I started watching the show because my screenwriting instructor's sister-in-law is one of the pilots on it (and she's very cool).

I've continued to watch the show because it's well made and I'm curious to watch Riel's progress (she just got a "superior" on her latest flight on the show!). As I've been watching, I also happended to develop a crush on one of the other pilots. Imagine... ME having a crush on a military man. A hunky, hockey playing, good-natured fighter pilot trainee. That would be Tim Coffin. Unfortunately, he's been struggling on a few phases of the training. In tonight's episode, the powers that be called a meeting to review his progress. And the verdict was... disappointing, to say the least. Tim has been ordered to cease training. And apparently you never get a second chance. So it's the end of his dream.

I'm familiar with the heartbreak of lost dreams. And I don't mean dreams that are random, vague or a million miles out of reach. I mean those so-close-you-can-taste-them kind of dreams. To lose those dreams... it can be devastating.

But something else I'm familiar with... you get more than one dream in a lifetime. It can take a very long time to discover your next dream when the one before has been crushed. But if you've dreamt once, you will be able to dream again. I promise.

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