My Dad was the American dream. At 18 he came to this country with nothing but the clothes on his back. He fathered two sons and taught them that there is no dream they can't achieve. He was forever a fighter and a winner, and to him there was no such thing as quitting. My dream was to make the U.S. Aerobatic Team. After many years of hard work, inspired by my Dad, I fulfilled my dream— keeping him in my heart and mind all the way.

Dad died on his way to Paris on TWA Flight 800. Since then, I have dedicated all of my performances to the greatest man I ever knew: Ruben Windmiller.