Or Flying above Cloud Nine

I'm in flight going on a journey. And I'm putting my money where my mouth is to see if I have what it takes. At last I heard there were fifteen graders, the last to be trained is Gemma. The longest there is Paul, I am hoping that will change. I'm hoping to make that fifteen into sixteen. A few already knew of this endeavor and I thank you for your confidence. But now I'm ready for everyone to hear it. I am ready to be a CGC grader, I just hope they think so too.

I sent an email to Gemma to forward to Paul somewhen in October. With all the cons and how busy they have been Paul contacted me in December. We made a tentative date in January rather than just meeting up at my next scheduled convention. That date became engraved in the cost of a flight out. This is where I put my actual money on the line. Not only will I miss work, but I had to purchase the airfare.

Currently I'm 10,000 feet in the air, maybe 12,000 and I'm heading into Atlanta, from there I'll be flying to Sarasota after an hour plus delay. If I continue to write, I fear this will become my longest article and somehow lose how important this single entry is to me.

I think I'm going to bask in the morning sunrise and look out the window while I debate if I should post this when I land or in parts when I finally get the job.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb... Future CGC grader?

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