It was the math equation of the year.
It looks very simple doesn’t it? Whether it is old math or the new math, I am certain you can do the math and arrive at the correct answer to the equation. Of course most of you saw this equation in the spring of this year when it was running around on the Internet.
Everything looks simple until you try it yourself.
One of my Christmas gifts was a mini-drone. It is not one of those high priced ones with GPS homing devices. My drone flies and that’s about it. A mini-drone is safe for indoor use. Before I flew it indoors, I wanted a couple of practice runs outside. I plan to use it inside for canine control!
Doug Drone Test Flight one. The drone took off. Zoom! I successfully managed to make the drone hover for just a second or two and then off into the wild blue yonder it went. Higher and higher it flew until it was a little speck in the sky. I had mastered up, now the trick was to figure out down. I looked at the controller and hit the correct button and from its height the drone came down, quickly! It “landed” in the middle of the field behind the house. The challenge was to find the mini-drone in the field.
Playing golf is a valuable resource in locating mini-drones in the field. Finding a lost golf ball and a lost mini drone requires the same skill set. Pay attention to the flight path, have a visual marker and go search. It works with golf balls it worked with the drone.
Doug Drone Test Flight two. I read the booklet that came with the drone so I could be more adept at control. Improvement would be measured by landing the mini-drone closer to my location. I launched the mini-drone with the goal of keeping it close. I used some of the other joysticks on the controller. To my chagrin the drone zoomed away. It developed a ballistic trajectory. It was climbing higher and moving away quickly. It headed toward the oak trees at the end of the field and highest drone speed.
Flying a mini-drone and playing golf are very similar. I have hit similar golf shots. I have watched them climb higher while moving further away and watched helplessly as the shot soared toward the trees. When playing golf I usually speak a ministerial invective over the golf-ball. It is never my fault that the golf-ball heads in the wrong direction. It is always the fault of the golf ball.
I did the only thing I could think of doing as my drone headed toward the top of the oaks. I hit the power button. I hoped the drone would fall before it arrived at the oaks.
You might not know this but seeing a mini drone against the background of oak trees is impossible. I had marked the general direction of the drone. I began walking and laughing.
I was certain I would not find the drone. I would have to explain how I lost my drone after only 45 seconds of total flight time. I was thinking that I could claim a buzzard swooped down on it. It was sucked into the engine of a larger Christmas gift drone. I was more worried about explaining my stupidity than losing the drone. I was having a good laugh making up creative ways to explain losing a Christmas present after only two short flights.
The Christmas miracle happened. I found the mini-drone. Cutting the power kept the drone out of the trees. I know you won’t tell on me because my family doesn’t know. I also have not flown the drone since! I need a drone instructor or mentor. I need someone with drone experience.
Flying a drone looks easy until you try it yourself. Doing a math equation looks easy until you put pencil to paper.
In 2017 I want you to remember “life is a contact sport” and is rarely easy. I need someone to show me the “way, the truth, and the life.” I need Jesus to mentor my steps. Or do you think I’m making it too hard?
What is the answer?