When I was a little girl I sent letters to God on the wind. I didn't feel
fully at ease in this world, and deep in my memory remembered another place
as Home. I had vague memories of sitting in awe at the feet of Great
Masters, and listening to sublime teachings. It was a far cry from the
spiritual nourishment being shared in any Church I had seen. I also
remembered a solemn promise I had made to use this life in a way that would
lift the consciousness of humanity. "Dear Father, help me remember, and
show me what to do", the letters said…and I watched the wind pick them up
over the trees…surely the wind knew the way Home to the Masters of Wisdom,
and they would grant my prayer.
Many years later, on Christmas Eve, my 54 year old father died suddenly and
unexpectedly. The shock of his sudden death, made me remember my childhood
prayer. If my father could die so young, then my life also could be taken at
any time. "Am I ready to die? Have I accomplished what I came for?" I was
29 years old and working as a supervisor of flight attendants for American
Airlines. It was a good job, and with a Master's degree I was well
qualified to continue the rise up the management track. I looked at the
people ahead of me on the corporate ladder. I knew if I continued my life
along the same track I would end up just like them. They were nice people.
They worked hard, but their life was not about a Higher Purpose.
"What do I really want?" I asked myself deeply. "I want to know God", the
answer came back, "I want to know Truth, I want to understand the nature of
Reality.” I knew that my friends would make fun of me, but the ache inside
my heart for meaning, had become greater than any other desire. I took a
step backwards professionally, in order to take a step towards my Soul.
Working as a flight attendant would give me the time off and flexibility to
pursue my search for Truth. This began a very intense seven year spiritual
search which took me all over the world.
I began to meditate daily, asking sincerely for guidance. Every month I
went somewhere, searching for miracles, and the consistent thread of meaning
beyond all religion. I lived with the Hopi Indians, and Indians in the
Andes of Peru, had an experience of Mary in Medjugore and in Betania,
adopted a little girl in Sri Lanka, had psychic surgery in the Philippines,
saw materializations in India, Italy and even New Mexico and Tennessee.
Traveled as a citizen diplomat to the former USSR. I sought out spiritual
teachers in Africa, Thailand, Germany and more. I did see miracles and I did
find Master Teachers in this world.
What I learned from them I did not expect. I was told clearly if I really
wanted to grow, if I wanted to find more inner Light...I must turn my
attention back to ordinary humanity. I must find a way to bring Love into
Action...not only for me, but for thousands. At this precarious point in
the evolution of our planet, if a way could be created for men and women of
goodwill to personally help others…the Great Ones would have an aligned
vehicle through which to pour Their Blessing. The action would not only
bless those being served, it would lift and transform the consciousness of
"What can I do to help this happen?" I asked myself! I wanted to become
quiet and hear God's answer. American Airlines had just announced the
opening of a new base in Hawaii, and my inner voice prompted me to go there
and to listen. I gave away most of my possessions, and moved to a tiny house
on the North Shore of Oahu…right on the ocean. It had one bed, two chairs,
one small table and a two burner electric stove. Running every day on the
beach, moonlight swims and a relaxed lifestyle was so much more rewarding
than the big mansion in So. California, social parties and a pressured job.
I immersed myself in deep prayer and meditation and began to intuit a vision
for the travel industry.
My own travels and spiritual search had led me all over the developing
world. I had seen such inequity. Thousands of children with material needs
unmet...they were without food, water, a comfortable place to lay their
heads at night, proper education or medical care. On the other hand, the
developed world, there are so many with too much materially, and trapped in
a pressured lifestyle, with little time for their family or neighbors or to
meet the growing ache in their heart to be of service to the world.
Perhaps, the travel industry could become a force for awakening. If we could
design a way for ordinary people to take a trip and actually meet a physical
need for a child in another country, not only would they be serving the
child, they would have an experience that would change their values and
nurture the spiral of spiritual growth within them. By giving them a vehicle
to bring compassion into action, they are automatically in alignment with a
higher part of themselves - the result of that alignment is always Joy.
Instead of searching for miracles outside ourselves, we can become a miracle
ourselves, a vehicle for Living Love. Flight attendants, who can travel more
easily than most, could become a role model to popularize this idea of
traveling to make a difference!
I began to write proposals to the airlines and talk to flight attendants
about the idea. No one was the least bit interested and after many months
of proposal writing and meetings I became so tired and discouraged. In
meditation I asked how I was ever to make a difference in travel, the
largest industry in the world, I was just a flight attendant. The inner
voice quietly spoke again..."the best way to teach is by example. You do
it, take one jacket to one orphan, escort one child for medical care and
watch what happens".
I was determined to do something every month. That month, March of 1993, I had
been asked to bring volunteers to Kyoto Japan to assist at the inauguration
of the Green Cross by Mikhail Gorbachev. I made up fliers and proposals but
could not get one flight attendant or one airline to join me or support the
initiative. "Well, Father, I will follow your prompting and do it myself -
I will go alone on this the first Airline Ambassador mission". In April,
two flight attendants joined me bringing soaps, shampoos and hotel
amenities, collected from our layovers, to Bosnian refugees. These items
were received like gold and it was so inspiring for the three of us. In
May, I flew to Guatemala to escort 2 year old Maria Jose to the US. "What
are you doing?" the flight attendants on the flight asked, looking at the
little Guatemalan girl in my arms. "Well, I have this idea called Airline
Ambassadors" I replied, "where flight attendants can volunteer their time
helping children around the world. I am escorting Maria Jose to New York,
where her needed heart surgery can be performed". "Would you take our
names? We would like to do this as Airline Ambassadors too!" I began to
keep lists of flight attendants interested. By 1996, the lists were so long
we decided to form a non-profit 501©3.
In the last 7 years we have accomplished amazing things...not only hand
delivering millions of dollars worth of aid, and escorting hundreds of
children needing medical care, but we have prompted a dramatic shift in
consciousness in those participating. We are not only flight attendants,
but students, business people, professionals and housewives. It is my belief
that the men and women of goodwill are our planet's most precious resource.
By giving them a chance to match their unique interests and skills to actual
world need, they not only help others, but become a wellspring of
inspiration themselves. Please join us and become a part of the miracle of