By David Hairabedian,Joanna Hairabedian,Gershom Sikaala
Arrested With a Stolen Jet
It was once 9:05 within the morning. The sunlight was once shining as our workforce drove the silver Mercedes to satisfy the pilot of the Cessna quotation II jet taxiing towards us at the tarmac of the administrative airfield in Florida.
Something appeared off, however it was once too overdue for the 4 folks to abort the mission.
We have been committed.
The door of the airplane opened and rancid stepped the pilot I’d met with days prior at a Kansas urban inn room. He had agreed, for a value, to bring a jet that was once on our laundry record of planes we have been stealing from the U.S. and offering to the Colombians in South America.
This was once our moment airplane in a month. The pick-up position was once Boca Raton, the supply place, Virgin Gorda within the British Virgin Islands, the place the airplane will be repainted in a hanger, information plates replaced after which utilized in the cocaine trafficking international through the Cali Cartel.
Later i might notice issues: Boca Raton is translated, Mouth of the Rat, and a tremendous rat used to be between us.
I pulled a bag jam-packed with funds from our automobile and stepped onto the aircraft to fulfill the pilot at hand over partial check. the remaining will be introduced as soon as the airplane was once thoroughly within the air. My pilot entered at the back of me in practise to take the captain’s seat.
In an issue of seconds, 20 plus federal brokers descended on us from all 4 facets, in unmarked cars and operating walking, all with weapons.
The subsequent factor I knew a chrome forty five quality pistol used to be pointed in my face whereas the agent was once yelling, “Get your arms up, you're below ARREST!”
Everything was once occurring so quickly. My head was once spinning. My arms instantly went up within the air to reveal the foreign signal of surrender.
As I quick assessed the roof scenario it printed snipers with beads drawn on our different staff individuals seated within the car.
I used to be ordered to place my palms at the wing of the airplane. every body else was once compelled to the ground.
As I regarded into the morning sunshine streaming down on my face i noticed i used to be going to jail.
This wouldn't be an orange juice morning in South Florida. relatively, this was once the start of, My trip to Freedom…
David is a significantly acclaimed writer, speaker, and lead pastor. His autobiography “Jet experience to Hell, trip to Freedom” tells of his fantastic transformation tale – person who exemplifies God’s attractive plan of redemption and charm. David used to be a convicted felon, the place he spent two decades in federal legal for stealing multi-million greenback jet airplane for the Colombian drug cartel. notwithstanding, a life’s direction that looked as if it would have stamped a one-way price ticket to hell was once dramatically replaced by means of a mother’s prayer and a loyal God.
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