Soo... I've probably shared this story before, but it's worth sharing again.
So this is my dear friend Angel Torres…

Angel was pretty much the iconic picture of a kid who stood no chance of getting in an airplane, let alone an aviation career. Born an raised in San Luis, AZ, of a less than middle income family.
Pretty much shoots holes in the you gotta be rich or know someone into flying already theories.
We met Angel when our son started flying lessons with a local retired Marine CFI. Angel was the quintessential ‘fence kid’ always hanging around the airport, always ready to help wash, push or polish an airplane. Always in the way... in a good sort of 'in the way'...
He knew he was dirt poor and had no idea that was even a concern. he worked at the car wash and the movie theater, and every penny he earned went into the next flight.
Shortly after meeting our son Josh, he connected the dots and realized that his dentists assistant (who loved the kids great attitude) was married to the owner of one of the towns local ag operators. The same one my son's dad flew for....
The kid hated loading because he hardly stood tall enough to load or fuel, but he did it.
Later he became a spotter (the guy who clears fields out ahead of the airplane) and every bit of that money went to flying as well.
As an example of his determination, I can recall calling his pilot to help me many times last season. The significance here is the if I call on Dan, it means;
a) we will be flying till sun up (probably around 6AM)
b) the spotter was actually clocked in since 3PM getting ready for the night, and
c) my valley is about 40 miles east of the home strip, which is about 15 miles from Angels home town….
Talk about long duty days! Never the less last year when the main office offered Angel a Caravan ride and tickets in to the National convention, Angel was all in. And you guessed, the night before I had called on Dan, and I’m sure we both got about an hour and a half sleep before loading up in the rented Caravan for the ride to Long Beach.
By this point Angel had earned his Commercial ticket, and as a result of catching the eye of a local CFI who owned a Christian eagle, had worked his way up to being a pretty decent aerobatic pilot.
This kids passion alone was so compelling, that I can’t even begin to remember all the different types and models of airplanes he had PIC'd before even having 1000 hours under his belt. I mean he was so enjoyable anyone who got him checked out in their airplane just loved to see him fly it.
Studying the photos on this social media picture site should give you an idea of what I mean when I say passion; I had the honor of being a part of many of those shots
http://www.pictame.com/user/elpillo90/1 ... _196405632 Sadly my last conversation with Angel was the day he was to get checked out in a Turbine Thrush. The next day I got a call from the schools chief pilot (a good friend of mine) and a call from the operator we both work for. They were almost simultaneous, and both were the kind of call you just don't want to get. After having had the privilege of knowing Angel, I have a hard time feeling sorry for a person who says they want to fly but doesn’t have the stamina to get the job done.
Take care, Rob
RIP little brother