Quien empacó tu paracaídas? / Packing Parachutes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quién empacó tu paracaídas?

Escrito por Charlie Plumb

Charles Plumb era piloto de un bombardero en la guerra de Vietnam. Después de muchas misiones de combate, su avión fue derribado por un misil. Plumb se lanzó en paracaídas, fue capturado y pasó seis años en una prisión norvietnamita.

A su regreso a los Estados Unidos, daba conferencias relatando su odisea, y lo que aprendió en la prisión.

Un día estaba en un restaurante y un hombre lo saludó: “Hola, usted es Charles Plumb, era piloto en Vietnam y lo derribaron, verdad?

“Y usted, como sabe eso?” Le preguntó Plumb.

“Porque yo empacaba su paracaídas. Parece que le funcionó bien, verdad?”

Plumb casi se ahogó de sorpresa y gratitud. “Claro que funcionó, si no hubiera funcionado, hoy yo no estaría aquí.”

Plumb no pudo dormir esa noche, preguntándose: “(Cuantas veces lo vi en el portaviones y no le dije ni los buenos días, porque yo era un arrogante piloto y el era un humilde marinero.” Pensó también en las horas que ese marinero pasaba en las entrañas del barco enrollando los hilos de seda de cada paracaídas, teniendo en sus manos la vida de alguien que no conocía.

Ahora, Plumb comienza sus conferencias preguntándole a su audiencia, “Quien empacó hoy tu paracaídas?”

REFLEXION:

Todos tenemos a alguien cuyo trabajo es importante para que nosotros podamos salir adelante. Uno necesita muchos paracaídas en el día, uno físico, uno emocional, uno mental y hasta uno espiritual.

A veces, en los desafíos que la vida nos lanza a diario, perdemos de vista lo que es verdaderamente importante. Dejamos de saludar, de dar las gracias, de felicitar a alguien o aunque sea, decir algo amable solo porque si.

Hoy, esta semana, este año, cada día, trata de darte cuenta quien empaca tu paracaídas, y agradécelo.

Aunque no tengas nada importante que decir, las personas alrededor de ti notaran ese gesto, y te lo devolverán empacando tu paracaídas con ese amor especial, que puedes llegar a necesitar algún día.

PENSAMIENTO: “Nuestra mayor gloria no se basa en no haber fracasado nunca, sino en habernos levantado cada vez que caímos.”

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Packing Parachutes
By Charlie Plumb

http://www.charlieplumb.com/19.html

Recently, I was sitting in a restaurant in Kansas City. A man about two tables away kept looking at me. I didn’t recognize him. A few minutes into our meal he stood up and walked over to my table, looked down at me, pointed his finger in my face and said, “You’re Captain Plumb.”

I looked up and I said, “Yes sir, I’m Captain Plumb.”

He said, “You flew jet fighters in Vietnam. You were on the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down. You parachuted into enemy hands and spent six years as a prisoner of war.”

I said, “How in the world did you know all that?”

He replied, “Because, I packed your parachute.”

I was speechless. I staggered to my feet and held out a very grateful hand of thanks. This guy came up with just the proper words. He grabbed my hand, he pumped my arm and said, “I guess it worked.”

“Yes sir, indeed it did”, I said, “and I must tell you I’ve said a lot of prayers of thanks for your nimble fingers, but I never thought I’d have the opportunity to express my gratitude in person.”

He said, “Were all the panels there?”

“Well sir, I must shoot straight with you,” I said, “of the eighteen panels that were supposed to be in that parachute, I had fifteen good ones. Three were torn, but it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I jumped out of that jet fighter at a high rate of speed, close to the ground. That’s what tore the panels in the chute. It wasn’t the way you packed it.”

“Let me ask you a question,” I said, “do you keep track of all the parachutes you pack?”

“No” he responded, “it’s enough gratification for me just to know that I’ve served.”

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I kept thinking about that man. I kept wondering what he might have looked like in a Navy uniform – a Dixie cup hat, a bib in the back and bell bottom trousers. I wondered how many times I might have passed him on board the Kitty Hawk. I wondered how many times I might have seen him and not even said “good morning”, “how are you”, or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor. How many hours did he spend on that long wooden table in the bowels of that ship weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of those chutes? I could have cared less…until one day my parachute came along and he packed it for me.

SO THE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION HERE IS THIS: How’s your parachute packing coming along? Who looks to you for strength in times of need? And perhaps, more importantly, who are the special people in your life who provide you the encouragement you need when the chips are down? Perhaps it’s time right now to give those people a call and thank them for packing your chute.

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