Hello Everyone! I have been lurking here for over a year reading about all of your training journeys. It has all been an incredible help. I figured it was only right that I post my own story now that I have officially started one- so here it is. The short story: WhooHooo!! I've officially logged an hour of flight! My brain is complete mush now. I didn't sleep at all the last couple nights. I almost chickened out when I got to the airport parking lot (and 4 times on the way to the airport). My heart was beating so hard that I think I could see it through my shirt... but I did it... and I have the log book to prove it! The longer story: I'm in my 40's now. I have been fascinated by flight for as long as I can remember. I wanted to get my certificate when I was younger but I had no money. Then I got married and had a few kids, managed to make some money- but then I had no time (tiny humans really consume a lot of your free time - who knew??). Now the kids can all at least bathe themselves and make a jelly sandwich so I figured this was a great time to get started. Better late than never right? The full story: I lost my left hand at the wrist when I was an invincible teenager. Actually, it was during that period between where the invincibility wears off and you start to develop rational risk calculations. I obviously miscalculated. The missing digits never really limited me from doing anything I wanted to do though so I figured flying should be no different. I started with the knowledge test because I was actually more worried about the mental aspect than the physical flying part. I have always been terrible at studying and have been out of the studying game for over 20 years so it was a struggle to say the least. I took the Sportys online class and, after lots of studying (far beyond just taking the video course and practice tests), managed to pass my knowledge test. Barely... but a win is a win right? The medical was the next hurdle so I met a local AME who cleared me for everything except the obvious. He says I should get a denial letter in a several weeks that will give me instructions for setting up a medical flight test and getting a SODA. So now it was time to see if anyone would actually teach me to fly. I did some research and found an older retired air force pilot & CFI that appeared to be very much safety oriented. I called him up, explained the situation, and he agreed to give it a shot. I didn't have anything that would work to hold a yoke so I 3D printed a 'gripper' that I thought should do the job and met him at the airport that weekend. He was very nice but right to the point. He indicated that he didn't really expect my situation to work very well and he would not hesitate to tell me if he saw anything unsafe or if I was in over my head. That's exactly why I was there. We agreed that we might as well get some of the hard parts out of the way first. GULP. The wind was terrible and, for the next hour, I bounced around and did what seemed like endless forms of stall recovery, simulated engine failure, untrimmed flight, maintaining altitude in steep turns, and slow flight. I absolutely hate roller-coasters and don't love heights. I'm sure I would have gotten sick if it wasn't for the fact that my brain was so over-saturated with inputs that there was just no more room in there for nausea. When we landed I was EXHAUSTED! Mentally and physically and everything in between. The good news is that the instructor saw nothing that would limit me from flying and suggested we schedule more lessons. I'm going to upgrade my gripper and then it is game on! I just want to thank everyone for posting on this forum and encouraging each other. If it were not for this forum I would have seen my complete mental overload after my first flight as a sign that I was in way over my head and probably would have given up. Well... I might still be in way over my head but at least you all give me hope.