Paul held the door open with his shoulder to see better, poured on the power, hung out the door until he was up in the air, then closed the door. Up he went -- 30 meters -- 60 meters -- l00 meters ... aaaaaaaah! He was above the trees. Paul's heart swelled with one deep long "Thank you, Lord!"

There was still one problem: what if the guerrillas tried to shoot him down? Then Paul understood why the fog was there. The guerrillas couldn't see him. Now Paul thanked God for the fog!

As the plane climbed over l,000 meters Paul checked for the first time to see what time it was. The clock on the panel said l:58 a.m.Oh no. That meant he needed to land by 3:20 in the morning. It would still be totally dark.

"Set this bird down while it's still dark?" It seemed impossible! But, hadn't God just helped him to do the impossible? "You got me up here safely," prayed Paul. "I believe you can get me back on the ground again safely."