What a glorious morning. The plane cruised along with Steve at the controls, and Paul beside him reviewing Bible study notes. They dropped off mail and food to some missionaries along the way, then flew on to the Puinave village.

Just as they got close enough to see the village, a thunderstorm suddenly moved in like a solid black wall. They could see palm trees down below bent over double from the wind.

How on earth would Steve land? Maybe he should just turn around and go back. But no, Tim was sick and needed their help.

As the experienced pilot, Paul took charge: "Looks like the only way to land in this is to come in with the wind behind us. You're going to have to use everything you know to land this one." He slid his seat up to help as Steve's copilot.