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Following a dream, Canadian paraglider pilot Benjamin Jordan
travels to Malawi to teach children the joys of kite flying. There he meets
Godfrey, a young man who has always dreamt of flying though has never had the
means.

The odd pair tour the country on bikes, building kites with youth while
motivating them to follow their dreams, no matter the challenge. They are
destined for Malawi's highest peak, where after weeks of ground training, the
two will attempt to fly down and make Godfrey the first Malawian paraglider
pilot.

Observing himself through the eyes of the Malawians, Jordan must come to grips
with truths about who he is as a westerner while; Godfrey is required to reach
deeper into his faith than ever before as he prepares to leap off a mountain and
trust that the paraglider he's been carrying--will carry him in return.

Life In America Is A Bed Of Roses

November 18th, 2013 - by Godfrey Masauli in Portland, United States

Within one month of staying in America, my hands had changed from rough as sand
paper to soft as Marshmallows. I am spoiled.

In Malawi, I'm used to doing work with my body like digging the garden or
opening a bottle of Coke with my teeth. Here in America, it seems that my body
parts have been replaced with machines that are able to do all the work for me.

We were making food in the bus, somewhere between North Carolina and Maine. My
friend Erica gave me a bunch of carrots to peel and I got right at it with the
nearest knife. When I was about halfway through my task, Erica noticed that I
was struggling with the knife. She looked at me sideways and began rummaging
through our cutlery drawer. She presented me with this strange looking device
called a peeler. My painful task became a piece of cake.

Life in America is a bed of roses. Every door that I open, closes softly on its
own without slamming, the huge shopping centres have tiny cars inside to ride on
in case you get tired, and nearly every home I enter has this device called a
washing machine. What magic. I put my dirty clothes into this big metal box,
press start and they come out clean! You can imagine my amazement when I
discovered that they make these machines for the dishes as well.

The rainy season is around the corner in Malawi. It brings the manual task of
planting our staple food, maize. I can tell that I am adjusting to this
luxurious life and though I am afraid that I will be slacking in the fields of
our farm, I know that my family will love shaking my soft hands.

Godfrey