It’s not often an individual gets the opportunity to help save a life, but for the great volunteers at Angel Flight Southeast this is a regular occurrence. I’ve been a volunteer pilot for this charitable flying organization for many years now and have always been very impressed with the incredible results they’ve been able to achieve. Most routine flights are scheduled ahead of time with plenty of notice to prepare. My most recent mission, however, was far from routine.
It was 7:23pm on a Thursday night when the call came in for help. The Angel Flight Southeast mission coordinator explained that two organs which were needed for a young girl in Orlando just became available in Miami. They had already reached out to seven other pilots who were unable to fly the trip for one reason or another and had reached the end of their list (it’s sorted by airport proximity to the patient). This particular organ had a “shelf life” of only four hours so there wasn’t a moment to spare. I immediately responded “yes” as I rushed out the door to head towards the airport. Along the way I called the good folks at Showalter Flying Service at Orlando Executive Airport and requested their assistance pulling my aircraft out of the hanger so it would be ready to go the moment I arrived. I also made a confirmation call to my mission coordinator to ensure that Miami International Airport (KMIA) was the correct destination for my flight plan. South Florida has numerous airports and I couldn’t risk delivering this patient to an incorrect destination. KMIA was confirmed and my special MedEVAC flight plan was filed with the FAA.
I pulled into the airport knowing it was game day, this flight would be among the most important I’ve ever flown in my life. Every aspect of this mission needed to be performed flawlessly. I did a quick (yet thorough) pre-flight of my Turbo Cirrus SR22 Aircraft and determined everything was in a safe condition for a flight. Moments later my passengers arrived – a courageous young woman and her caring father. I typically do more coddling of new passengers before taking flights, explaining every aspect of the flight to ease their comfort level. Tonight was different however, we were racing time which was an expiring commodity so there was only time for the necessary safety briefing. Before starting the engine however, the father turned to me and simply said “thank you” as he extended his hand. I looked at him and replied, “I’m happy to help – my job tonight is to get you to Miami quickly and safely – yours is to relax and enjoy the flight.” With those quick sentiments exchanged, it was “go time”.
As I turned the key my powerful aircraft engine roared to life. I called up the clearance controller with my special mission call sign, “MedEVAC 225HL”. Typically Angel Flights use the “Angel Flight” call sign which often leads to air traffic control issuing favorable flight routing. The MedEVAC call sign however essentially adds steroids to the term “favorable routing”. I was cleared DIRECT TO MIAMI – never in my life would I have imagined such expedited routing though some of the busiest airspace in the country. Needless to say, I quickly became a huge fan of the MedEVAC call sign.
Seconds later I was taxiing my aircraft to the active runway. A quick (yet important) pre-takeoff checklist was performed and we were ready to launch. I received an immediate take-off clearance from the tower and pushed the throttle forward as we rapidly began accelerating down the runway. We were airborne! Less than an hour after receiving the call for help we were launching into the night sky. Years of need for these new organs had come down a game of every minute counting. We were given an expedited climb to our assigned altitude, only having to level off briefly to allow for a 747 to cross above our flight path. Soon we were soaring along towards our destination.
The night was perfect. The weather was beautiful with no clouds in sight and a we even had a little tailwind to help give us a bonus push. Air traffic control continued working their magic ensuring other flight paths wouldn’t converge with ours so we could continue our direct heading towards Miami. My passenger’s moods changed as we glided along. Their thoughts and worries of the upcoming surgery eased and turned into ones filled with excitement and awe as they gazed out the window at the beautiful city lights below. We began to chat as we sat on the magic carpet ride racing along over a mile above the earth. Our conversation was wonderful, they were both incredibly friendly and I was thankful to be able to help such good people. We chatted about life, school, career aspirations and more. We also touched on details of the upcoming transplants, although I tried to let them drive that part of the conversation as I didn’t want to pry regarding her condition. She was very happy to share though and I found it very interesting to learn about the long road she’d endured to get to this point. Needless to say, hearing stories like this make you realize that the problems most people face in life are insignificant in the scheme of things. I was inspired by both by her and her father – they were simply great people who were facing adversity with positive, uplifting attitudes.
Approximately 53 minutes after take-off it was time to bring this bird home. Miami air traffic control arranged for an immediate approach so that no delays from inbound airline traffic would slow us down. We lined up with the runway and I received my landing clearance as we descended towards the city and hospital below. Winds were gusty so I expected a more challenging landing, yet it went as smoothly as every other aspect of the flight. Two minutes after touchdown we were pulling onto the Landmark Aviation tarmac where numerous team members were gathered awaiting our arrival. The staff at Landmark was fantastic welcoming my passengers, complete with a red carpet to make them feel like they were the most important guests in the world – which they were.
There wasn’t much time to be sentimental, yet my passengers and I expressed some quick thoughts as we walked through the doors towards their waiting transportation. They thanked me again and I expressed what an honor it was to have the opportunity to fly them on this special evening. I expressed that everything had gone perfectly that evening. The mission coordination, timing, air traffic control, weather – everything. I told them we should consider that a sign – a sign that tonight was meant to be and that her upcoming surgery would be successful as well. I watched as their car raced away knowing my part of the mission was complete. Less than two hours after the initial phone call came in, I had successfully transported a patient and her father more than 200 miles to their destination where vital organs were waiting to be transplanted. Her life would now be in the hands of the skilled surgeons at the nearby hospital.
I took a moment to catch my breath before my return flight to Orlando. I chatted with the fantastic mission coordination staff from Angel Flight Southeast who are the ones whom really made this all possible. I gave them a thorough briefing on the details of the mission performance including expressing my gratitude for all that they do each day. A short while later, I was lifting off once again, a bit lighter with no passengers, but with a heart filled with joy. The flight back to Orlando was smooth and allowed for reflection of all that transpired over the past few hours. The special nature of this mission really began to sink in. Although I was no longer using the MedEVAC call-sign, air traffic control provided extra courtesy as a returning Angel Flight and allowed me to return home quickly which was appreciated.
As I reflect back on this flight, I can’t help but to think of the profound effect it had on my life. I thought I was simply giving these passengers help in a time of need – the reality is they were giving me a lesson in life that no amount of money can buy. They inspired me to look beyond the little problems in everyday life and to realize the things that are truly important. Success is about having a good attitude, believing in yourself and being appreciative for what you have in life. Keep up the hope no matter how dire the situation and good things will come to you. This life lesson was the best Christmas gift I could have ever received.
If you’d like to learn more about the mission of Angel Flight Southeast, you can do so by clicking here. Angel Flight Southeast is a non-profit organization comprised of volunteer pilots and earth angels who volunteer their time, resources, aircraft and fuel at no cost to the patients and families they transport. I encourage you to learn more about their mission and consider supporting this fantastic organization.
I’ve literally stayed thousands of nights in hundreds of hotels over the years in my travels throughout the world. I’ve visited every state and have had many fantastic experiences at all of the major high-end hotel chains. That’s not what this guide is all about though. Instead, I’d like to share my guide to the best unique hotels in America. Many of these properties are smaller with a cozy feel – some are modern – some are historic – but they’re all fantastic.
The James (Chicago, IL) - I’ve got to start my list with The James. It’s simply the best of the best. Located right in downtown Chicago near North Michigan Avenue, The James offers a personal experience like no other. It has a hip and modern feel and a staff who’s second to none. Many of the staff members have been there for years – don’t be surprised if they begin calling you by name after a visit or two. The recent expansion of their bar area provides a great lounge environment for relaxing. You can walk everywhere in the city from this centrally located property and the concierge is always quick to offer great suggestions for nearby restaurants. If you’d rather stay in, David Burke’s steakhouse is located right inside the hotel. It’s arguably one of the best steak houses in Chicago. There’s no close second place, when I visit The James, “I’m home”.
Hotel Valley Ho (Scottsdale, AZ) - A funky retro style hotel that takes you back to the days of staying in a motor lodge with a fun twist. The decor is lively and energetic. The pool and bar areas get crowded on weekends which drives a great vibe that flows throughout the property. Downtown Scottsdale is filled with art and entertainment and is accessible via a short golf cart ride. The outdoor fire pit area is a great spot to spend the night chatting with new and old friends alike.
The Broadmoor (Colorado Springs, CO) - A trip to Colorado isn’t complete without a visit to the historic Broadmoor. This property has two distinct types of rooms on opposing sides of the beautiful lake. On one side, you’ve got very elegant traditional rooms. On the other side, you’ve got modern rooms, yet they retain a sense of class and sophistication from old world times. Outdoors there are numerous fire pits which always attract a crowd in the evening as you breath in the fresh Colorado are from the nearby mountains. The views as you walk around the property are gorgeous. Everything about the Broadmoor is simply perfect.
Hotel Valencia (San Antonio, TX) - Located right on the Riverwalk in downtown San Antonio, the Hotel Valencia is a splash of modern vibrancy in the heart of a historic city. If you’re hungry for a bite to eat, the Acenar Restaurant is located right next door which has some of the best Tex-Mex food you’ll ever eat. The rooms are large with very modern amenities and the location is fantastic. You can walk everywhere that you’d like to go in the city from this centrally located property.
Travassa (Austin, TX) - If you’re in the mood to really relax and unwind there’s absolutely no hotel on my list that’s any better to visit than Travassa in Austin. It’s a very outdoorsy type of property with most meals and resort activities happening outside in the sunshine or under the moonlight. There are dirt walking trails between each of the buildings on the property which really make you feel like you’re having a nature experience versus staying at a hotel. Relaxation and fresh air are always in plentiful supply every day at Travassa.
Palomar (Dallas, TX) - I found this gem nestled at a busy intersection in Dallas. This hotel is sleek, ultra modern and the service is top notch. The location is great for hopping onto the major highways and plenty of restaurants and nightlife are just a short cab ride away. In a city that resembles a concrete jungle, this property was a great find after I was tired of a long string of nights staying in big chain hotels.
21C Museum Hotel (Louisville, KY) – It’s a museum – it’s a hotel – no, it’s BOTH. This hotel is unique even on a list of unique hotels. Who would have ever guessed that combining a museum with a hotel would be a winning combination? Certainly not me… boy, was I wrong. While there’s a full traditional museum downstairs, every hallway and room also serves as an art gallery. There’s so much to see it’s hard to take it all in during one single visit. Certainly the most visually stimulating experience one could ever have staying at a hotel.
U.S. Grant (San Diego, CA) - This property is ultra historic and is located in the Gaslamp District right in the heart of downtown San Diego. You feel like you’re stepping back in time when you walk through the doors away from the hustle and bustle of the city life surrounding you. The entire place just screams “grand” and “historic”. The service is five star all the way and restaurants and entertainment are just a few steps away.
Royal Sonesta (New Orleans, LA) - If you’re in New Orleans there’s only one place to stay – right on Bourbon Street in the heart of the French Quarter. It’s far from the most modern, most hip or trendiest hotel on my list, but it’s one I’ve really enjoyed over the years. The hotel has a very old time traditional New Orleans feel to it, complete with the old style message boxes located behind the check-in desk. My only cautionary tale with this property – if you’re expecting to get a good nights sleep, politely decline a room with a balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. If you’re in town with friends however, live it up and enjoy watching the crazy parade go by from the comfort of your balcony overlooking Bourbon Street below.
The Prescott (San Francisco, CA) - Located right near the heart of Union Square, The Prescott Hotel is a charming property that’s a blast from the past compared with all the modern mega chain hotels in the area. Afternoon cookies in the lobby are a yummy treat at the end of a busy day. The gentle creaking sound of the hardwood floors under your feet in the rooms gives a feeling that you’re staying in a place with a rich history.
Driskill Hotel (Austin, TX) - Yet another Austin favorite, this one is located right in the heart of the music capital of the world. The Driskill is a historic hotel that makes you feel like you’re staying somewhere special from the moment you arrive. The property is located right on 6th Street where you can find every type of music imaginable seven nights a week. There’s a very comfortable lounge area to relax and spend time with friends chatting the night away if you’re looking for something low key than another night out on the town.
Hotel Derek (Houston, TX) - While Houston is a big, bustling city with plenty of impersonal chain hotels, the Hotel Derrek sits in the center of it all with a unique look and feel. The lobby and lounge feature overstuffed chairs and couches that are perfect for relaxing after a day of work in the city. There’s a cool feel to the place, a mix of ultra modern along with traditional comfort.
Hutton Hotel (Nashville, TN) - If you’re looking for a modern hotel experience in downtown Nashville, look no further than the Hutton Hotel. Every aspect of this hotel screams techology. Even the showers are high tech – you set your desired temperature on a digital screen for the perfect shower temperature every time. Downtown music venues are just a short cab ride away.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my guide and embrace the opportunity to stay at some of these great hotels during your own travels. Life is all about the experiences you have along the way.
Live life to the fullest and enjoy every second of the ride!
It’s time to hit Las Vegas for two great conventions beginning on October 21st, 2013. I lucked out this year when I found out that both conventions were being held at the Las Vegas Convention Center the same week. I’ll be bouncing back and fourth between the two events throughout the week so it’s safe to say I’ll be putting some miles on my shoes.
Here’s some information about both conferences:
NBAA – The National Business Aviation Association is hosting its annual convention which consists of every major company involved in the aviation industry. The convention center will be packed with airplanes and exhibitors and is always a great event. The airport will host a static display of aircraft that’s impressive. There are also plenty of informative seminars if you’re interested in learning more about general aviation topics and best practices. I’ve been actively involved with the organization for years and am a big fan of all the great work they do.
Pubcon – The Pubcon convention is a premier search engine marketing / SEO conference. I’ve attended the conference for 10+ years now and continue to find value in the content. This conference is geared towards folks who are technically minded who make great things happen online. It’s a great venue for sharing ideas and brushing shoulders with the best of the best in the online marketing arena. Of all the tech conferences I attend each year, this particular one is on my must attend list. I’ll be speaking at the conference at 10:30am on Thursday talking about what it takes to grow an successful online business.
After Hours – If you’re looking to catch up with me after hours, I’ll be at various events for both conferences. On Monday evening, I’ll be at the Pubcon Kickoff Event at the convention center then over at the Hard Rock with Pubcon attendees. On Tuesday evening, I’ll be attending the Cirrus Owners and Pilots Association (COPA) dinner, then the AvFuel, Phillips 66, and Rockwell Collins parties. On Wednesday evening, I’ll be at the Pubcon Networking Party at the Monte Carlo. Knowing it’s Vegas, I’m sure many more venues and events will be added to the list, but these I’ve listed are confirmed.
I’ll be landing in Vegas sometime late-afternoon on Monday. I’m looking forward to seeing many business partners and friends at both of these fantastic conferences! See you in Vegas!
Earlier this year, I was browsing the Cirrus Owners and Pilots Association (COPA) website when I came across an intriguing post by Dr. Richard McGlaughlin (aka Doc McG). Doc McG is a fellow Cirrus pilot who’s been flying his plane to Haiti to volunteer for a week each month for the past several years. He’s well respected within our community and I always enjoy learning about the good work he does helping others. This particular post had a different premise than simply sharing his thoughts and experiences – he and Luke Lyson from The Flight Academy were looking to raise some money, buy some medical supplies, and enlist a group of volunteers to fly a relief mission to Haiti. He acknowledged that like with any great adventure, there would be risks. Those risks would be mitigated by including expert flight instructors, a mechanic with spares to handle aircraft issues, doctors to keep us healthy, and world-class weather briefings. While his entire post was inspiring, his conclusion was the most profound – “We will make sure you get down and back safely. You may not come back quite the same.” Those lines spoke to me, I knew at that moment, I would be joining the team of adventurers flying to Haiti. This article will chronicle our adventure to share a glimpse into what we saw, how we felt, and most importantly, to highlight the people we wanted to help by accomplishing this mission. You can view a larger image of any of the photos within this article by clicking on them.
On Sunday, June 30, 2013, myself and 31 other volunteers flew 15 aircraft to Ft. Lauderdale Executive Airport (KFXE). $100,000 in medical supplies (thanks to generous donations from COPA members), plus school supplies, clothing, musical instruments, toys and other items were loaded into our airplanes which would be destined for Port-au-Prince, Haiti the following morning. We made our way over to a nearby hotel to meet for a dinner and to coordinate the mission as a group. Luke, John and Helen from The Flight Academy walked everyone through the FAA international flight plan filing procedure, eAPIS filing (for US Customs) and explained all the relevant details of our mission. Doc McG reached out on his cell phone to Chuck Watson (a fellow Cirrus pilot and a weather expert) who provided a detailed weather briefing as we gathered close to the phone listening intently. Bad news, the weather wasn’t going to be good. Our original departure time would likely put us into stormy weather, we’d need leave earlier than planned – shuttle buses would arrive beginning at 5:15am the next morning. I was quickly motivated to get some rest as I knew the next day would arrive way too soon.
July 1, 2013 – It’s “Go Time”. Myself and my fellow group of volunteers gathered at Banyan Air Service for the final morning briefing before departure. We were tired, but excitement and anticipation filled the room. One after another, all 15 airplanes (14 Cirrus Aircraft and 1 Eclipse Jet) lifted off into the rainy skies above South Florida headed towards Haiti. Our flight route took us down through the Bahamas past some of the most beautiful water I’ve ever seen. Along the way, the Nexrad weather radar coverage on our airplane multi-function displays dropped out which was expected. Normally, we’d be flying ahead into unknown conditions, but not today – we had Chuck the weather expert on speed dial. I spoke to Chuck from my on-board Iridium satellite phone and received up-to-date weather information which I relayed to the group via an air-to-air radio frequency we were utilizing for communication. The Eclipse Jet flew high above the rest of the group relaying their bird’s eye view as well which was very helpful. Everything was working perfectly – the planes, the pilots, the weather insights – it was truly an experience in flying a mission coordinated with military precision.
A few short hours later, we safely landed at Toussaint Louverture International Airport (MTPP) in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. My view of the world was about to change and I didn’t even realize it yet. Our planes were unloaded and the supplies were whisked away, one step closer to getting into the hands of those in need. The process of getting through customs, immigration, re-fueling aircraft and the airport in general took hours as they’re not accustom to a squadron of small planes arriving simultaneously. Just as predicted, the skies opened up as we left the airport to board buses, leaving each of us hot and drenched. I’d later realize that a little bit of rain to us was an annoyance, whereas to residents in this devastated country, rain can be deadly as it spreads disease and floods roads, it’s all about perspective.
The first part of our bus journey took us into the heart of Cité Soleil, one of the poorest and most dangerous slums in the Western Hemisphere. I’ve never in my life seen any place like it. I’ve never even imagined living conditions could be so bad for so many people. I was in shock, I think it’s safe to say everyone in our group was too. Some of the roads were littered with piles of trash and debris stacked so high we had to turn around and take alternate routes or drive on the sidewalk. Potholes filled the streets, some of which were several feet deep and would have brought us to an abrupt halt. We were traveling down one road and boulders blocked our path. A group of individuals approached the buses and my blood pressure hit an all time high. I felt like this was the perfect setup for an ambush in an area known for kidnappings. This was the first act of kindness I witnessed – here we are in a horrible slum, approached by numerous unknown individuals – and what did they do? They helped the drivers navigate around the boulders to get us on our way safely. They were good people who were born into living in a rough place, lesson learned.
We approached our first stop, St. Mary’s Hospital, Star of the Sea, located in Cité Soleil. As we drove down the dirt road leading to the hospital, I looked out the window at a wide open field where shacks once stood. It was filled with rocks and other debris. There was a little boy sitting on the ground, alone, playing with rocks in the rain. It was heartbreaking. I literally get tears in my eyes just thinking about the image that’s engrained in my head. The image above on the left side shows that sweet little boy playing. He couldn’t have been more than a few years old, so innocent and so unaware that the things in life that are “normal” to him are unimaginable to others. The good news is he has a chance in life, thanks to the amazing folks at the St. Luke Foundation for Haiti. The foundation is led by Father Rick Frechette who greeted us with a warm, welcoming smile as we got off the buses. Father Rick is truly inspiring, where other people see hopelessness, he sees hope and opportunity to change lives and make the world a better place. This guy doesn’t know the meaning of the word impossible. He lives by the mantra, “Do the next right thing, and something good will come of it. Next day, do it again.” As I listened to him speak, children came running to greet us, we were quickly surrounded by loving children. These children were smiling, energetic and very excited to interact with us. We took a walk through the village built by St. Luke, women and children walking alongside of us. It was a scene I’ve seen so many times in pictures and on television, only this time I was living it. We toured the houses that had been built, and more that were under construction to replace even more shacks soon to be torn down. We walked through the streets, the children were smiling and seemed full of life. Many of them had torn clothing, several had no clothes at all. This was one of many moments on the trip that I’ll carry with me throughout my life. I was amazed by their happiness, I know they live a tough life, but for that moment, they were smiling and happy as they shared a view of their world with us.
Our walked continued into the hospital itself to view the facility. Doc McG showed us a digital x-ray machine he’d previously delivered to the hospital. Unfortunately it wasn’t working however due to being hit by a recent electrical surge caused by frequent unstable power. The room was lined in a silver material for insulation along with a small portable air conditioner since they needed to maintain a climate-controlled environment for the machine to work properly. This was the only part of the hospital with any air conditioning at all. The rest of the hospital was hot and dark, yet the staff members were cheerful and caring as they attended to patients. We also took a tour of another part of the hospital which housed Cholera patients. Before entering and after leaving, we had to wash our hands and shoes in chlorinated water. Anyone who’s ever visited a medical facility in the US is familiar with sanitation practices that normally involve running water, soap, a sink and towels. In this case, there was simply a large tank of chlorinated water that dripped into a tray on the ground surrounded by dirt – a make-shift sanitation station of sorts. We spent some more time with the kids before leaving the facility. I vividly remember watching two small children interact with one of the members of our group. They posed for close-up pictures, then immediately would grab the camera to tilt it down to see images of themselves on the screen, giggling the entire time. They loved it, it was a very special thing to see them experiencing such joy in seeing something like a digital picture that we take for granted. Soon, a larger group of children joined in the picture taking and viewing fun. Those children and the others around them brought the first smile to my face since I entered the country. I was on a roller coaster of emotions, so touched by their smiles and kindness, so sad knowing that in a few minutes we’d be leaving them behind. As we drove away from the facility, many of them followed behind the buses, chasing us down the driveway waving and continuing their unforgettable smiles.
The next few hours were spent driving throughout Haiti. The rain was fierce which led to even more flooding and chaos on the roads. Cars, trucks and buses packed tightly together led to one traffic jam after the next. We frequently had to turn around and take alternate routes as there simply was no way to get down some of the streets. I looked out the window at the people, fascinated by their make-shift shops often times consisting of nothing more than a basket or wheelbarrow filled with goods to sell. They were sitting in puddles, in the dirt, on the street, anywhere there was a few feet of open space you’d see someone or a group of people gathering. I knew the whole city couldn’t be this bad, but to my dismay, it was – these people live in what can only be described as horrible conditions. It is hell on earth. Words, pictures, videos – none of those things even come remotely close to describing the horrible things that I saw throughout this journey.
Just as I fell back into my emotional slump feeling these people didn’t stand a chance, Doc McG lifted my spirits again with a visit to St. Damien Pediatric Hospital. Upon driving through the front gates, I knew this was a very special place. The grass was green, there were animal sculptures on the lawn, this was a place where children could feel safe, secure and comfortable while getting much needed care. Our tour started on the rooftop, from there we could look out over the city. It’s there that we re-grouped with Wynn Walent who’s an individual that’s been heavily involved with St. Luke for years. He’s a young guy who’s an eloquent speaker that can tell you everything and anything you can imagine about the facilities, people, city, culture, building, everything. You name it – this guy knows the answer. He’s been personally involved in making many of the good things happen in Haiti and was an inspiration to us all. We stood on the rooftop as he led us through a fascinating discussion pointing out items of interest throughout the area. We continued our tour of the hospital which included a room that served as an orphanage. That’s the only place some of the children there have ever known their entire lives. As I stood in the doorway, a very young boy picked up a shoe and threw it to me as he smiled. I picked it up and threw it back, landing by his feet. He picked it up and threw it towards me again as he giggled. A quick little game of catch with our improvised ball, just enough to send that roller coaster of emotions back to an all-time high again as I saw the joy he was experiencing. We then proceeded to meet up with Father Rick again at his office and stayed to chat for a while. The more time I spend around this guy, the more amazed I become. He’s just radiates positive energy, I clung to every word that he spoke. He’s a dreamer and a doer who I admire greatly. We still had a busy evening ahead, so the buses departed once again for a short jaunt through the busy streets of Port-au-Prince.
Our next stop was to tour St. Luc Family Hospital. This is the home of Doc McG’s Gastroenterology lab he built that’s become part of his legacy of giving in Haiti. We took a full tour of the hospital campus which was unbelievable. Here we are in the middle of a third world country and there’s a fully functioning hospital complete with an intensive care unit and operating rooms. It’s incredible to think of all the effort that went into building such capable facilities where they’re able to treat conditions that previously would have been death sentences. All of our group was hot, tired and hungry, so we left St. Luc and headed towards the organization’s hotel where we’d be spending the night.
Our accommodations were modern structures which were clean and well-kept. There was no air conditioning, but I don’t think any of us cared – after seeing the unthinkable living conditions experienced by others throughout the day, I was just thankful to have a roof over my head. We were told these buildings replaced tents that previously stood in their place. The hotel had a small kitchen and a gathering shelter where we could all spend time together chatting. We felt safe and secure behind the tall walls and found comfort knowing we had an armed guard out front. We took a quick jaunt across the street for dinner at a restaurant also run by the local people within the organization. Several people spoke including Father Rick, Wynn Walent, and Jim Corcoran who joined us for the meal. Once again, I was mesmerized by every word each of these wonderful individuals shared with us. We learned how the organization employs people to work at the facility to make pasta, peanut butter, medical oxygen, cement blocks, bread and more. They subsidize the cost of these items so that people can sell them to the poor, making a profit and working towards becoming self-sufficient. This was a real-world implementation of the old saying, “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” I was amazed, truly amazed and proud to be spending time with these remarkable people.
We returned to our hotel and spent hours chatting under the common shelter. We were sharing our thoughts about the things we’d seen and experienced throughout the day. Our group of 32 strangers had become good friends already as if we’d known one another our whole lives. We talked, told stories, learned more about the great programs and initiatives in the area from Doc McG, it was a perfect relaxing evening. The hotel had WiFi so we were all able to check the weather and plan our flights for the following morning. Around midnight, I retired to my assigned room, exhausted and still sweaty from the long day and intense heat. This was my first experience ever sleeping with a bug net over the bed which was a bit annoying, but beat the alternative of possibly being bit by malaria carrying insects. I didn’t sleep well, I had too much on my mind to process. I was overwhelmed with emotion, saddened by the things I’d seen, yet inspired by the acts of kindness and good work that’s been done to change the country for the better.
The following morning started early once again. We had a funeral to attend for several individuals who passed away the prior day. We loaded up in the back of pickup trucks by 6:45am and were off to Mass. Wynn prepared us for the service by mentioning that the people were likely to get loud and emotional. I’ve been to plenty of funerals in my life, I thought I was prepared mentally and emotionally, I was wrong. We walked into the small church containing walls packed with mourners sitting on a small bench that lined the room. In the center of the room, there lay several deceased individuals wrapped up in towels. As we walked past the bodies and practically stepped over them on the way in, my heart sank. This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced – that seems to be a recurring theme throughout this journey. The mass was held in what I suspect was Creole language so I couldn’t understand what was being said, but it was beautifully done none-the-less. Emotions ran high, both for each of us and for the mourners. I felt my eyes start to water, using all of my might to hold back the tears. My emotional roller coaster was once again taking a steep dive. I hit my lowest point when the singing began, loud cries and emotional yelling rang out from the mourners as the bodies were lifted from the floor to depart for their graves. Father Rick and his team had done this way too many times before. They were poised and professional, continuing their singing as they respected the dead giving them an honorable burial. We walked from the church alongside the bodies being placed onto the back of a truck to be driven around back to the burial site. I looked into the eyes of several members of our group, everyone was stone cold, completely in shock from the experience we’d just shared. There were no smiles, no laughter, no celebration of life, this was a sad and emotional morning for us all. We spent some more time with the staff at the adjacent hospital and said our farewells before departing.
I felt like we’d been in Haiti for weeks as we drove towards the airport for our departure, in reality we’d only been on the ground in this devastated country for less than 24 hours. We’d visited so many places, seen so many things, experienced so many emotions, there was so much packed into that short period of time. The experiences were occurring in such rapid succession my mind couldn’t keep up with processing all that I was feeling. Soon we arrived back at the airport to begin our journey home. We’d be flying 3.5 hours back to Ft. Lauderdale Executive Airport (KFXE) across the Bahamian waters once again.
I lined up my Cirrus SR22 Aircraft at the end of Runway 10 and slowly pushed the throttle forward. In a matter of seconds my wheels were lifting off the ground and I was soaring high above the city. I watched and listened as my fellow pilots lifted off from the airport as well, one after another. As I gazed down upon the city below, it looked like a nice, normal, clean city from a few thousand feet above. From my viewpoint, you’d never know there were horrendous living conditions lurking below. I was squarely focused on flying safely, yet felt saddened and guilty to be leaving this land behind. They still need so much help and have such a tough journey ahead to break free from living a life of poverty. Yet, I also thought about Father Rick, Wynn, Jim, and the other great folks who were still there on the ground, doing the great work they do every single day to make a difference – doing the next right thing. That brought a smile to my face knowing there was hope for the future of these resilient people.
The flight back to Ft. Lauderdale was largely uneventful. We flew in close proximity to one another throughout the journey. I was the lead plane so I provided weather updates and tactical storm dodging information to the others. My fellow aviators are all skilled and competent pilots, but sometimes it’s nice to have a heads up whether the clouds ahead are going to be rough and turbulent or smooth sailing. The Eclipse Jet was a bit behind leaving later than the rest of the group, but caught up quickly and provided valuable insights regarding storm activity and cloud tops. A line of strong thunderstorms blocked our path but we developed a plan and were able to circumnavigate the threats. Roughly three and a half hours after lift-off, the wheels of my Cirrus Aircraft safely touched down on the runway back in the United States. By my flying standards, it was a short trip, yet it felt like a world away from the place where I’d been. Lights, air conditioning, running water, food, medical care, all of the things we take for granted were in abundance once again. The Customs and Border staff were friendly and accommodating, clearing each plane and passengers back into the United States quickly. Our journey was complete. We had successfully returned to where we began this adventure, safe and sound, just like Doc McG promised.
In the beginning of this post I mentioned Doc McG’s quote, “You may not come back quite the same.” Doc McG was right. My life and how I view the world has been changed forever.
Special thanks to all who made this amazing life experience possible: Dr. Richard McGlaughlin, Luke Lyson and his team from The Flight Academy (John Fiscus and Helen Cernik), Chuck Watson for providing weather updates, Jim Barker from Aviation Resources, Father Rick Frechette, Wynn Walent, Jim Corcoran, Nathalie Colas, the staff and volunteers at St. Luke Foundation for Haiti, Banyan Air Service, the generous COPA donors who provided financial resources, my fellow adventurers, and the brave pilots who flew everyone to Haiti and back home safely. God bless you all and God bless the people of Haiti.
Spring is in the air, out with the old, in with the new. My personal website has been stagnant for years. It served its purpose well providing a general background about myself and my business interests. The content itself was solid, but it looked old and antiquated by today’s web standards. As someone who lives and breathes technology and gives speeches on the subject, it was just plain embarrassing. So, it was time for a refresh, 2.0 style.
My new personal website, which is available at http://www.BradleyPierce.com, features clean graphics and a streamlined interface. It looks modern and is filled with well organized content including my professional profile and relevant web links.
My new personal website also features web 2.0 components such as the implementation of a responsive page design. This means that my website/pages scale automatically so they’re formatted in a way which looks great regardless of the visitor’s platform – desktop browser, tablet, or mobile phone. Check it out using your iPhone, the site looks fantastic! I’ve also integrated a live Twitter feed into the site which pulls my latest tweets from my BradinMotion Twitter account.
I’ll be adding even more features and content in the future as I see fit. Overall, I’m thrilled with the look and feel of my updated personal website!
Alaska, the Final Frontier. For years I’ve dreamed about flying to Alaska, experiencing the scenic beauty of such a magnificent place from high above. After completing my quest of landing in all 48 continental United States, Alaska was on my radar for places that I wanted to visit in my Cirrus SR22 Turbo Aircraft. Over the past years, I’ve been speaking with numerous people ranging from casual flyers to business associates to flight instructors who’ve flown to the area. I’ve also had the opportunity to spend quite a bit of time with several of the real Alaksa pilots from the television series, Flying Wild Alaska, to get even more perspective on the region. I love flying, I’m a capable and well trained pilot, but flying to Alaska with its’ unforgiving terrain and rapidly shifting weather conditions scared me. Getting perspectives from a wide group of trusted advisers gave me the confidence I needed to actually make the trip happen.
When I first contemplated visiting Alaska, I figured that I’d head up to Anchorage for a quick weekend visit. Upon looking at a map and doing some quick flight calculations, I realized that Anchorage was much more than a weekend trip. Alaska is quite frankly, huge. Take a look at the comparison map I’ve included below to see the size of the state in comparison to the continental US. The map is click-able to make it larger.
Now that I’d ruled out Anchorage as my intended destination due to distance, further research led to me the small fishing and logging town of Ketchikan, Alaska. I’d be able to fly directly from the Northwest US and make the trip non-stop in around 3.5 hours with plenty of reserve fuel in case of an unintended diversion. The next question was when I’d actually make the trip. I didn’t have a specific time frame in mind, other than knowing that I’d like to visit in the summer when weather would most likely be favorable. Given that I travel throughout the US often, I knew I’d be in the Northwest several times and would just wait for the perfect opportunity to present itself. One thing that’s resonated throughout all my discussions with my flying mentors and advisers regarding flying in Alaska is that patience is a virtue, you can’t be on a specific schedule when attempting such a feat. I found myself in Seattle one weekend and the weather looked terrific. I was within range, the forecast was calling for nice weather for the next two days, it was go time. Upon departing Boeing Field in Seattle, Washington, my Alaskan Flying Adventure had begin.
The flight towards Alaska was breathtaking and magnificent. There’s no other way to describe it. For miles and miles in every direction the beauty of the landscape was remarkable. The mountains and waterways throughout British Columbia are truly a sight to see. As my aircraft soared through the clear blue sky towards its’ destination, gigantic cruise ships passed below taking passengers to and from the place I was so eager to visit. The following two pictures were taken during this part of the journey. As with all images in this post, they’re both click-able to make larger for an even better view.
Finally, after three hours in the air, I watched the map on the multi-functional display (MFD) in my airplane as it crossed from Canada into Alaska. I simply couldn’t be more excited. My dream of this adventure was becoming a reality. Sure, it started several hours earlier, but actually seeing the little airplane on the map cross the dotted line signifying entry into the state brought it all to life. Shortly after entering Alaskan airspace, I began preparing for landing in Ketchikan. I was still on high alert knowing that despite the beauty, danger lurked in the mountain winds as I descended closer to the valley. Fortunately, I’ve been trained well by Rocky Mountain experts in Colorado so feel confident in my mountain flying ability along with a healthy respect for the associated challenges. Even though the skies were clear blue that day, I had my instrument approach plates ready, I’d studied every detail, I was ready to make a safe landing at my destination. After circling the small airport island across the waterway from the city of Ketchikan, I descended into the valley and lined up for the runway. I noticed numerous float planes hundreds of feet below me landing and taking off from the Tongass Narrows waterway which was an interesting sight. My aircraft’s magic box called out my 500 foot altitude indicator telling me I was moments away from accomplishing landing in my 49th state in the US. The landing was magnificent, absolutely smooth and perfect just as I’d imagined it would be after such a relaxing and majestic flight. The following picture was taken on the ground at Ketchikan International Airport (KTN / PAKT) standing in front of my Cirrus Aircraft, N225HL.
That day and evening were spent exploring Ketchikan and visiting with numerous local customers. Yes, you read that right, local customers. My company has over 100,000 customers throughout the country, including several that happen to live in Ketchikan, Alaska. Whenever I’m traveling, I always make it a point to stop in to local establishments to simply say “thank you” for the business they’ve done with my company. Needless to say, many of these customers were shocked and surprised. They figured that they were buying from some faceless corporation with an online site, yet there I was, live and in person, shaking hands and thanking them for their business. It was nice to meet some new friends and solidify business relationships that aren’t on my normal beaten path.
The scenery throughout the city was just as incredible as what I’d experienced from above. Trees, mountains, waterways, just the right amount of snowfall on the mountain peaks, every direction shouted out nature, beauty and serenity. I captured the picture below just before sunset overlooking the Tongrass Narrows waterway which separates Revillagigedo Island (City of Ketchikan) from Gravina Island (Ketchikan Airport). You’ve probably heard the saying, pictures don’t do it justice, in this case, that couldn’t be more accurate. This place was simply amazing.
My mini Alaskan flying adventure had come to an end way too soon as the following day wore on into the afternoon. I still had a meeting to attend in Dallas and given the distance needing to be covered, it was time to leave Alaska behind. I’d accomplished my goal of landing in yet another state, but I simply didn’t want to leave, despite my necessity to do so. I checked the weather and determined it was still safe and clear, so departed for the journey back South towards Seattle.
Did I say the weather was clear? Well, it was clear when I departed, and it was forecast to be clear throughout the flight. The funny thing about flying in Alaska is how quickly the weather can change. I’d heard this a dozen times in my discussions with others, but I still didn’t quite “get it” until experiencing it first-hand. The first two hours of journey were smooth with clear blue skies. Then, it happened. Clouds started to roll in, mountains were becoming seas of white, with peaks protruding as a frightful reminder of the rugged conditions below.
As my Cirrus continued towards Seattle, the clouds began creeping closer and closer until I found my aircraft engulfed in them. Headwinds increased, slowing down the journey considerably. Turbulence began occurring, light at first, then progressively more and more aggressively. Radar coverage was limited, so air traffic control couldn’t do much in the way of helping determine a better course to avoid the weather. Rain began to fall which brought with it concern for freezing rain, something that I choose to avoid at all costs. My attention was intensely focused on the outside temperature reading which was quickly approaching the freezing point. I couldn’t go any lower to find warmer air due to the mountainous terrain in the area. Fortunately, my Cirrus Aircraft is equipped with a system called FIKI which stands for Flight into Known Icing. This is a fantastic de-icing system that I’ve used on numerous occasions, yet I actively try to avoid icing encounters whenever possible. I primed the system to ensure it was ready to go at the first sign of icing occurring on the airframe. While I did pick up a small amount of icing over the course of the next hour, it was minimal and very manageable. While this could be an unsettling experience to some pilots, I was still feeling confident with the journey. I had plenty of TKS (de-icing) fluid on board that would last all the way to Seattle if necessary, I also had a Plan B. Remember that waterway below I mentioned when writing about my journey towards Alaska? That same waterway was now right below me. Before leaving Seattle, in an abundance of caution, I subscribed to Jeppesen airplane charts for my multi-function display that covered all of North America, including Canada. Despite altitude restrictions for mountainous terrain in the area, my Plan B, a worst-case scenario, was simply to descend down and fly the waterway back towards Vancouver and onward to Seattle. Fortunately, my Cirrus performed like a rock star as always and allowed me to safely stay at altitude while I passed through the clouds and rain.
Upon arriving in Seattle, I was relieved to have completed my “Mini Flying Wild Alaska Adventure” successfully. It concluded with a picture perfect landing at Boeing Field amidst the glow of the city lights surround the area. While my time in Alaska was short, hence the “mini” in the post title, it was amazing. It was truly amazing in every way, shape and form imaginable.
My Alaskan Flying Adventures will certainly continue, next time for a much more extensive visit when I venture back to there for more exploring this summer. I’ve had a small taste of what it’s like to fly in the region and I absolutely love it. The scenery, the beauty, and the views that constantly took my breath away, this is a place like no other. It is truly the Final Frontier, and the place where I look forward to visiting many times in the future.
Thank you, Alaska. You’re one of a kind with your natural beauty and perfection. I’ll see you on my next Alaskan Adventure!
As I sit here on the balcony in Dubai overlooking the world’s tallest building, the Burj Khalifa, I think to myself, how in the world did I get here? The magnificent city, the friendships, the partnerships, the growth, the opportunities, and the limitless optimism towards a lifetime of dreams coming true. The story of my Dubai adventures took years to make happen, but I’ll re-cap my journey as concisely as possible here. Sit back, relax, and get ready to read about the wild adventure that’s taken me half way around the world time and time again. The journey hasn’t been without challenges or obstacles, but I’ve loved every minute of the ride.
Several years ago, my primary business, Restaurant Equipment World, received a visitor from a Google search for the term “restaurant equipment”. That visitor subsequently did an online chat with one of my young sales associates, simply asking a short series of general questions. Next came the e-mail and order inquiry which was immediately brought to my attention. The request? Could we fill up two 747′s in 8 days with heavy restaurant equipment to be sent to the Middle East? Surely this was fraudulent? Surely this was a joke? Surely we couldn’t have ever gotten this “lucky”. As it turns out, luck is a matter of being at the right place at the right time and being well prepared to embrace the opportunity. The total order was around $2 million US dollars, huge dollars at the time, but a huge risk as well. I asked for a million dollar deposit to proceed. This would undoubtedly separate the men from the boys to determine if this inquiry was legitimate.
A day passed and still no money, but there was regular communication from the customer which was a good sign. The next day arrived and I was off to an industry meeting with several of my vendor partners. I was excited about the prospect of this deal being legitimate, but too hesitant to share the good news with others for fear I’d be viewed as someone who was chasing a pipe dream. Then it happened. I’ll never forget the picture text message from my assistant – $1 million US dollars had just arrived in my account. Wow, it’s real. We’re really doing this. I was quickly asked what to do now, my response was simple, “Ask for the next million dollars!”
The days that followed were wild and intense. Our industry works on lead times of weeks and months, not days. If we were going to pull off the impossible, I’d need to call in every favor from every manufacturer in our industry. Turns out growing up in this industry and having friendships with President’s and CEO’s pays off in spades when the chips are down. As luck would have it, I was already at a major industry buying conference at the time so much of the communications could take place face-to-face with our vendors. This was a huge plus and ultimately would help to make for a successful outcome. My sister (our VP) and I divided up responsibilities and engaged our vendors requesting immediate action. One vendor in particular blew my mind with their handling of the situation. Unfortunately, they couldn’t fulfill the order by my deadline. Instead of accepting failure, the President of the factory personally called his competitors to determine industry capacity to meet my requirements. I was amazed, appreciative, and honestly will send every bit of business I can to that company in the future. A situation like this really shows you whom your true friends are in the industry.
Upon receiving firm deadline commitments, factories started churning out products. We were providing our customer with a play-by-play of the progress of each item numerous times each day. But wait, there was a holiday. We’d gained an extra day to pull off this feat, or so I thought at the time. We contacted our customer and asked if a day delay was acceptable due to the holiday. I’ll never forget the response, “Weekends and holidays do not count. A deadline is a deadline. Deliver on time as promised or send back our money.” I quickly learned the meaning of never giving excuses and always executing flawlessly with delivery schedules.
The deadline was looming and we still didn’t have the next million dollars. Frantic calls to factories ensued with all hands on deck at my company. While we’ve done plenty of large dollar orders, this one was different, this one smelled of opportunity and adventure. I needed my best and brightest to all pitch in for a successful outcome. Without exception, every single staff member stepped up to the plate and performed like rock stars. I was so incredibly proud of my team. As the final hours of the day before delivery counted down, we were all set with most products, aside from one major group of items. Would we make it? With the help of a valued partner, the answer was clearly affirmative. The manufacturer sent one truckload of equipment out as they frantically raced to build the final pieces. These weren’t small items by any means, they were full sized pieces of commercial cooking equipment. To make their obligation, the vendor ended up shipping several massive crates on an airline flight to make the delivery on time. I definitely owed them a lot of thanks and genuine appreciation. Once again, a valued vendor partner would show me how much they valued our relationship by coming through when I needed them most.
The items were in place, we had delivered to the freight facility as promised. I was at a conference in Austin at the time of delivery, so I temporarily abandoned my luggage in my rental car while I took off on a cross country flight to meet staff members of mine already at the delivery location. This was an important order and it was imperative that myself and my team be personally involved to make sure everything was accounted for properly. After all, at this point, I knew nothing about the folks at the freight facility we were working with on this order. As it turns out, they are fantastic people who run a first class operation with a dedication to perfection. Between my team and theirs, every crate was inventoried, counted, re-counted, and inspected. Everything was perfect. Life felt fantastic, we had pulled off a miracle.
While I was riding an emotional high of accomplishing such an impossible goal, we still had one slight problem – we were still lacking a million dollars. It was go time, this was one of those moments in life you’ve got make a decision and take a risk if you want to reap the rewards. Go big or go home. I went big, really big. I authorized the planes to be loaded full of equipment. A tense day ensued, would we get paid, or was I the world’s biggest sucker? Needless to say, the next million dollars arrived, right about the time the last pieces of equipment were being loaded heading to Dubai, on time, without excuses. Victory at last! We were home free.
I’ve never been an international traveler in the past. That often surprises people who now know me for my global jet-setting on a regular basis. I had only traveled to Canada and the Bahamas, but those hardly count as international since they speak our language and accept our money. Heck, I had never even been to Europe. On a wing and a prayer, it was time to head half way around the world to give a handshake and a thank you to our customer. Flights took me to London and then onto Dubai, United Arab Emirates. I was a complete fish out of water, I had no idea what I was doing, no idea about local customs. My only “formal” education about the Middle East was derived from quick Google searches waiting for flights at the airports. The customer meeting was fantastic, though was quite short after traveling 37 hours to see them. I was none-the-less greatly appreciative of their order and my new friends in the Middle East. Upon arriving back at the hotel, good news awaited. It turns out they didn’t order enough fryers. $150,000 to be exact. Could we help? You betcha! I thought to myself, “wow, I’ll be back next week to do this all over again if this is how things are done here.” I didn’t realize the full value of being here in person to build relationships and say thanks until this very moment. Later in my adventures, I’d learn this is key to doing business anywhere in the Middle East. Relationships and reputations are everything, that makes this story especially fascinating since this first order didn’t follow the normal course of business in the region.
In the months and years that followed, so did more trips back and fourth to Dubai. Each trip brought new business partners, new friendships, and more business. Before long, customers began developing a deeper trust and started requesting items other than restaurant equipment. First, it was electrical equipment. Next came plumbing, then medical supplies, then auto parts, then our world exploded with the diversity of requests. Not only were there industrial types of items, but also items such as video games, Christmas trees (shocking for the Middle East), decorations, fire fighting equipment, body bags (yes, you read that right, morbid, but true) – you name it, we were selling it. Suddenly, Restaurant Equipment World didn’t seem like the right name for our organization now that we had become a general procurement company. We own roughly 220 trademarked “World” names so wanted to stick with this theme. Critical Supply World was born. Critical Supply World would be my company that would provide everything and anything required by my customers. The premise behind this company is doing everything fast. Extremely fast. Rapid procurement with no excuses, ever. We delivery on time and within budget. Always.
After too many trips to count and solid relationships flourishing, it was time to take things to the next level. I needed to get a local business license and open up an office in Dubai. I’ve formed companies domestically in the US, so I really didn’t think this would be a big challenge. Boy, was I wrong. Eleven months later, countless phone calls, e-mails, stamps, signatures, banking matters, attestations and everything else imaginable, we had finally done it. I often tell people what takes 10 minutes in the US takes 10 days in the UAE when it comes to business formation and getting the related services set up. Finally, we were now a company with a business license in the UAE. I can’t take credit for this process alone though, it was the work of many people on my staff as well as great friends in the Middle East. This was truly a team effort which has led to the opening of Pierce Sales Company, Inc. (FTZ Branch) – derived from the name of the parent corporation of both Restaurant Equipment World and Critical Supply World.
So here I am, all these years later, sitting here on a relaxing weekend afternoon looking at the amazing skyline of downtown Dubai, getting ready for a busy week meeting with customers, vendors and business partners. I’ve become a resident of Dubai, although my full time home is still in the United States. Travel back and fourth from the states seems routine, even the 16+ hour Emirates Airlines plane ride each way seems “normal” to me at this point. The local culture and interactions with Emirati’s and ex-pats from other countries seems routine and comfortable to me as well. I’ve made great friends and people whom I trust and respect throughout the region. Business is done with honor and respect, it’s not unusual to do high dollar deals with a handshake and a promise. People’s word here means something and that’s a great way to do business and build relationships. Simply put, I love the city, I love the warm and friendly people, and I love how business is conducted with valued partners throughout the MENA (Middle East Northern African) region.
So, there you’ve got it. The story behind my Dubai adventures. A lot has changed from those early days, but Dubai still holds a magical place in my heart and has changed my life forever.
* Be sure to click on the picture at the top of this post for an artist’s rendition of the brilliant Dubai skyline. It’s truly amazing knowing that not too many years ago, this was all desert.
I’ll be leaving the states in a few days to attend Gulfood 2013 in Dubai, UAE. For those of you not familiar with Gulfood, it’s the world’s biggest annual food and hospitality show. This show is timed right on the heels of NAFEM which was fantastic. It will be fascinating to see the global outlook for the industry to compare with the positive vibes in the air I’ve been experiencing domestically.
I’ve attended this show numerous times in past years and all I can say is “wow”. It’s an unbelievable sight for a tradeshow. The exhibit halls feel like they go on and on for miles. Literally, anything and everything foodservice is on display. You can source smallwares and heavy equipment, build a food production facility, buy packaging and machinery, discover ingredients from around the world, and anything else foodservice related you can imagine.
If you’re attending the show, feel free to send me a note so we can arrange a time to get together. The actual show dates are February 25th-28th, but I’ll be in town and available for meetings before and after those dates as well.
I just finished up a long week at NAFEM 2013 in Orlando which was fantastic. The NAFEM (North American Association of Food Equipment Manufacturers) show only comes along every two years, this ensures there’s plenty of time between shows for new products to be developed and makes the show even more important to attend when it arrives. Two years ago, the mood on the show floor was one of hesitation, doubt, and uncertainty. This year however, the future looks bright for good things to come. The event was so upbeat, attitudes were so positive across the board, I didn’t encounter a single negative view of what’s ahead. This parallels the positive attitudes I’m seeing and hearing from customers of my own business. The economy is back and is full steam ahead. It will be interesting to see attitudes on a global economic scale when I return to Gulfoods in two weeks in Dubai. I’m hopeful and optimistic the world economy is back on track as well.
The best part of the show as always were the people and relationships that make it all possible. It was great to spend time with industry partners who I truly consider friends. The NAFEM staff deserves kudos for the phenomenal job they did to make this all possible. It’s no simple task to produce such a massive show, but they did so with military precision and a flawless execution.
Reflecting back upon the week of exhibits, meetings, dinners, parties, and sore feet from all the walking, I’m thrilled with the future outlook. I’m energized and engaged to keep making myself a better person, build a stronger company, and reach for the stars to accomplish a long list of goals I want to achieve both personally and professionally.
Perhaps the most fitting event to top off the week was last night’s Jimmy Buffet concert. Standing just a few feet away from Jimmy as he played with all his heart, I was reminded that along with all the work, all the meetings, all the efforts that are required for success, you’ve got to have some fun along the way too. Work hard and play hard, I like it.
Here’s to a great NAFEM and a great future ahead in so many ways! Cheers!
“To compete with Goliath, David used a slingshot. I rely on a business airplane.” – Brad Pierce
I’m currently participating in the National Business Aviation Association’s (NBAA) No Plane No Gain advertising campaign. It’s truly been an honor to be included in this fantastic initiative which highlights the vital role business aviation plays everyday across our great nation. The advertising campaign features well known individuals such as Warren Buffet, Arnold Palmer, and Neil Armstrong, along with several regular everyday folks like myself who use business aviation effectively in our businesses.
While I run a small business based in Orlando, Florida, my customers are located throughout the country. At a time when e-mail, instant messaging, and video chats have become the norm, it’s more important than ever that I meet with my customers face-to-face. The value of a firm handshake and being able to look valued customers and vendor partners in the eye has never been greater than now. There is no substitute when you care about your customers and want to give them the best service imaginable. In order to compete and succeed against larger competitors, we need to be laser-focused, nimble and seize opportunities without the typical delays and inefficiencies of commercial airline travel. The best tool in my arsenal for competing effectively is my Cirrus SR22 Turbo Aircraft. It allows us to quickly, safely and efficiently get more business done in less time and continually helps to grow my business. More business means more job creation, more growth for my employees, and the ability to deliver world class service to my customers. Business aviation works for my company, my employees and my customers. Business aviation works for America.