Who Is Packing Your Parachute?

Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks to God for His blessings in our lives and, it’s a great time to express thanks to the people in our lives who have helped us. In Philippians 1:3, the apostle Paul said, “I thank my God in every remembrance of you.”  There are people in our lives we should be thankful for as well.  I read a story recently that perfectly illustrates that.
The story is about U.S. Navy pilot Captain Charles Plumb. He was flying over Vietnam when his plain was hit. He ejected and parachuted to the ground. Captain Plumb was on his 75th combat mission and was schedule to go home in 5 days. Instead, he was captured and spent six years in a communist Vietnam prison.
Ok, fast forward several years. One day, after the war, Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant in Kansas City. A man 2 tables away kept looking at him. The man walked over to Captain Plumb’s table.
He said, “You are Captain Plumb.”
He replied, “Yes, sir, I’m Captain Plumb.”
The man said, “You flew jet fighters in Vietnam. You were on the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down and spent years as a POW in a prison camp.”
Plumb replied, “How in the world do you know all that?”
The man replied, “I packed your parachute.”
Captain Plumb was speechless. He staggered to his feet and they shook hands. The man said, “I guess it worked.”
Plumb replied, “Yes sir, indeed it did.” Then he added, “I’ve said lots of prayers of thanksgiving for you.”
That night, as Captain Plumb rolled that story over and over in his mind, he thought of the number of times he might have passed that man on the Kitty Hawk.
He wondered how many times he had seen him and not even said, “Good morning… or anything. He thought of the number of hours 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.”
He then thought of who had helped him along life’s way. Others who had “packed a parachute” for him. 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.”
During this Thanksgiving season, who is packing our parachute? Who has helped us along life’s way? Who do we need to express thanks to?

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