Damn that R. Kelly. Flying without wings is something I have dreamed of since I was a
boy, child, since I was a toddler. I earned a pair of wings over the last year. Inspiration struck as I was running down the hallway at St. Joesph’s Hospital, my newly torn-from-my-arm I.V. dangling behind me, trying to evade the orderlies.
Definitely a case of “This looks much cooler in movies.” Today, 1 year later, I celebrate those wings, and flying without leaving the ground and freedom.
It truly is a great motivator. See Time Magazine’s Person(s) of the Year: The Protestors. Keep coming back to this spot, your Johnny’s waiting for you.