The Eagle Has Landed
Yesterday, between all of the travel and lecturing, I had the opportunity to connect with one of the most beautiful people on the planet. Her name is Sandra Evers Manly and her day job is with Northrup Grumman as the VP of corporate responsibility. In this job, she is a woman of purpose and she allows that purpose to transform the lives of everyone she meets. I love this woman and the way she changes the world around her.
Whenever I mention her name to someone who knows her, that person lights up and talks about how they now feed the homeless, or volunteer at a community garden. Folks tell me how their job performance has increased because of the skills and love she shares on the job. Everyone should have a colleague like Sandra.
I also had the opportunity yesterday to sit and watch the Homegoing Celebration of Neil Armstrong. When I was still a girl, we believed that someday man would go to the moon and I can remember the day it happened. On that day, everyone stopped doing what they were doing to pay attention and watch.
According to the folks who loved him, Neil didn’t feel that he deserved the honor of being the first to step on another world, but everyone else knew that he was the one to do it. At the age of 12 he had already built a wind tunnel and knew that he wanted to fly and then fly some more.
When Diana Krull sang Fly me to The Moon, I thought back to the day we all watched Neil and the others take the giant leap for mankind.
Whenever I land anywhere, I call home to tell my folks that I have arrived. They know that they will hear my favorite phrase; “The beagle has landed, I repeat the beagle has landed.”
Neil and Sandra are a lot alike; yes one is a white man and the other is a black woman (I’ll let you figure out which is which,) but both are live out their dreams in epic proportions; Neil went to the moon and in doing so he taught us all to believe, and Sandra enables others to fly as high as possible to be the best they can be.
I got on my third flight of the day and landed for the third time, but it was late, so I sent a text message; The beagle has landed.
Be you, Dream well, Fly high
Bertice Berry, PhD.