|F/O Doug "cutting in" some 30 years later in our Halifax residence. The "blue" was going.|
While on this four day paring I received an email stating a boss from the past passed away…
At age 15 Ray Hartlin hired me as a painter. My first job had me paint a large pool for an apartment building. “Here’s the paint, roller, tray and brush. I’ll come back in a few hours to see how you are doing.” Well that young skinny freckled face grade 10 kid who had a crazy notion of being an airline pilot, finished the job and it launched his painting career. He learned to 'cut in,' 'roll,' spray, vinyl, wall paper and it’s still engrained in him. In fact, his wife still becomes very elated when she sees him with a paintbrush in his hands…some 35 years later!
I love to paint. I find it therapeutic and it’s a job few men like doing. It also subsidized my income as a younger pilot. It frequently turned many husbands in the neighborhood green with envy.
Having said that, my F/O pulled out a cooking magazine on this pairing. I saw him turn two F/As into butter. Their knees buckled in the flight deck. A male that can cook! That does it, I’m either taking cooking lessons or at least have a cook book in my flight bag. I never knew the awe this could evoke. lol
Mr. Hartlin always had work for me. Throughout high school and university he would find something for me to do. He even hired me to work in his hardware store. There I learned to mix paints, fix broken windows, order wood and deliver drywall.
He even rehired me when I left for Sable Island, tree planted or ventured for further studies. If I had a flight lesson he would allow me to leave early to chase my dream.
One could list a handful of people who inspired and encouraged a career. He was one of them. This is what I wrote as condolences to the family:
To chase a dream, one needs financial and moral support. Ray hired me at age 15 and throughout high school, university and years afterward... he helped me chase my goal. Few people stand out along the trek of life, but Ray was a pillar to my dream. You were always appreciated! - Captain Doug Morris (Air Canada)
As I write this I am sitting as captain in an airliner whisking across North America with 150 knot tailwinds on the behind. We are running two hours late and will touch down in Toronto at midnight thirty. I look out into the pitch black darkness and thank my lucky stars the planets lined up for me during my trek and had pillars like Ray Hartlin along the way.
|Steady as she goes - I like the T-shirt "almost staff."
Picture altered to hide my bald spot. I didn't do a good job painting that spot. lol