Alfred Creek

An inconspicuous author once said: "Dreams are what facts are made of." I would say: "To dream the impossible dream is to pave the road to

accomplishment. I dreamed a dream one day and it made me the author of four books. Today I will make you a promise: If you join me in this story of Alfred Creek. It will not only be fun; it will make a difference in the rest of your life. "Directly straight ahead lay the long dirt runway. Setting up for a low

approach and flyby, we continued to scan the immediate area for any sign of activity...Suddenly, I began hearing multiple ticking sounds like gravel hitting the metal skin of the airplane. Instantly I realized what it was. "Dad, dad...their shooting at us Richard screamed... I immediately stuffed hard left rudder, banking the airplane in a steep fifty-degree left turn, when suddenly, a heavy spray of oil splattered the windscreen. I searched in every direction for any survivable place to put the airplane down. Quickly, I cut the power to idle and shut down the engine..."