Last fall, I was at a gathering of pilots and plane builders in south western Ontario. I don't have my legs and yet I am still building my own plane. I used to fly before I lost my legs, and can't bring myself to believe that I am especially heroic now. When life deals you some lemons, you better get started making lemonade. Political correctness has created a hell of a mess, and I don't want to have anything to do with it. When you do see a person with a disability, did you ever get the idea that they were assessing you, you know, deciding whether or not you could handle their situation. You would be amazed at the number of times I have come up with:- NOPE!!!!