LIVE. LAUGH. LOVE.

What are the chances?

The pilot was standing around as I got out of my wheelchair to board my flight to Portland.

He followed me and the flight attendant who volunteered to carry my bag.

I fling myself into my seat.

He quickly asked, "were you in the military."

I replied "yes."

He said, "Afghanistan 2010?"

Again, although surprised this time, I said slowly "yessss."

He then told me that he recognized me, my injuries, and my face.

He told me he never knew if I survived or not.

Marc Vincequere is his name.

He flies with United now.

Crazy small world.

He was the pilot that flew me out of Afghanistan.