C172gal05
Fr8T Dawg in Training
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- Jan 3, 2005
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Paul Souder, 24 of Gainesville Fl, was killed Feb 14 2005 in a tragic plane crash in leesburg, Fl. He was know on the hangar as movingviolation. Paul was an unbelievable person, always going 90 to nothing, never stopping. I didn't know when he rested.
He was flying around with some friends before he had to get to work, the pilot of the plane, a v tail bonanza, turned on to final in too steep a bank, the Plane started to fall, the pilot froze, Paul immediately took the yoke and straightened the plane, He and the pilot were killed, but he save two lives. That is why he is my hero. " Livin the dream " he always said.
Paul was a 2001 graduate of FlightSafety in Vero Beach, He had a current job as a frieghtdog which he loved to talk about. He also worked for Warbird flights in titusville, fl, which he was still doing in his spare time. He was such and role model for me, my rock. I wanted to be just like him, I only had him in my life for a short time but I am thankful for every memory. He always pushed me in the plane. The best friend, the best son, the best brother. My favorite pilot!!!
I felt the need to post this because he was always on here, he introuduced me to the hangar and urged me to use it as a tool, which it is. He spent hours at a time on hear, reading and posting. Reading what everyone posts help everyone from a pilot with no time to one with thousands of hours.
Paul had everything falling into place, he had just been hired with AirWis and had gotten three more inteviews in the next week. He was so happy. He touched so many lives with his kindness and selflessness.
I ask you please think of the family and friends at this time. Your posts would mean the world to Paul.
Paul, you are forever my wingman, I love you!
Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds that follow a storm.
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the jou the swells within.
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
and know the warmth of a clear spring sky.
Then back to earth at the end of the day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
On the brightest day at a fabulous height,
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again.
For each of us born is destined to die,
yet with me I know
I WAS BORN TO FLY
He was flying around with some friends before he had to get to work, the pilot of the plane, a v tail bonanza, turned on to final in too steep a bank, the Plane started to fall, the pilot froze, Paul immediately took the yoke and straightened the plane, He and the pilot were killed, but he save two lives. That is why he is my hero. " Livin the dream " he always said.
Paul was a 2001 graduate of FlightSafety in Vero Beach, He had a current job as a frieghtdog which he loved to talk about. He also worked for Warbird flights in titusville, fl, which he was still doing in his spare time. He was such and role model for me, my rock. I wanted to be just like him, I only had him in my life for a short time but I am thankful for every memory. He always pushed me in the plane. The best friend, the best son, the best brother. My favorite pilot!!!
I felt the need to post this because he was always on here, he introuduced me to the hangar and urged me to use it as a tool, which it is. He spent hours at a time on hear, reading and posting. Reading what everyone posts help everyone from a pilot with no time to one with thousands of hours.
Paul had everything falling into place, he had just been hired with AirWis and had gotten three more inteviews in the next week. He was so happy. He touched so many lives with his kindness and selflessness.
I ask you please think of the family and friends at this time. Your posts would mean the world to Paul.
Paul, you are forever my wingman, I love you!
Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds that follow a storm.
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the jou the swells within.
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
and know the warmth of a clear spring sky.
Then back to earth at the end of the day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
On the brightest day at a fabulous height,
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again.
For each of us born is destined to die,
yet with me I know
I WAS BORN TO FLY
