A Leap of Faith....
Inside it is cramped, and i find myself sitting on the bare floor looking around in anticipation - with quite a few butterlies merrily flying around in my stomach. Focus dude.... this definitely ain't the time to act chicken - remember this was all and all your doing from beginning right till now.
I walk, nah this isnt exactly walking but more like a waddle like a duck towards the exit - exit of what - well duh.... entrance into a vast emptiness. I am huddled in a small propeller plane, climbing rapidly to 14000 feet all ready to... in simple terms... JUMP... or if you would like to be all prim and proper have my first skydive.
At the door which is all propped open and ready i gasp, deeply inhaling the sweet, pure air at these lofty heights. I look around, holding the door with all my strength, my mind full of uncertainity. The instructor is strapped on to me from behind and is shouting instructions - they all seem to whizz past me without any meaning - the only tangible sound being the roar of the propeller.
Oddly enough this is the time i revel in what is going to happen - with my legs slowly being reduced to jelly at the same time. I shut all thoughts from my mind - determined that if it my destiny so be it: have done my background research - statistics are stacked against me to survive this fall; i have a more likely chance of dying in a road accident along Washington DC's notorious beltway rather than from a skydive - and come to think of it - if i HAVE to die, what would be cooler eh!! :-)
of course my beloved parents have to live through this insanity; i did the mistake of keeping them informed of my decision, comparing the dive to a feather floating gently down in a blue sky - my mum saw it a as rock hurtling towards earth.... the rest is consigned to the annals of history.
Go - No Go....... it was most definitely GO FLIGHT.... as we rocked - once, twice and took the plunge - diving headfirst into what I would most definitely consider an experience of a lifetime - it was a LEAP OF FAITH.
I walk, nah this isnt exactly walking but more like a waddle like a duck towards the exit - exit of what - well duh.... entrance into a vast emptiness. I am huddled in a small propeller plane, climbing rapidly to 14000 feet all ready to... in simple terms... JUMP... or if you would like to be all prim and proper have my first skydive.
At the door which is all propped open and ready i gasp, deeply inhaling the sweet, pure air at these lofty heights. I look around, holding the door with all my strength, my mind full of uncertainity. The instructor is strapped on to me from behind and is shouting instructions - they all seem to whizz past me without any meaning - the only tangible sound being the roar of the propeller.
Oddly enough this is the time i revel in what is going to happen - with my legs slowly being reduced to jelly at the same time. I shut all thoughts from my mind - determined that if it my destiny so be it: have done my background research - statistics are stacked against me to survive this fall; i have a more likely chance of dying in a road accident along Washington DC's notorious beltway rather than from a skydive - and come to think of it - if i HAVE to die, what would be cooler eh!! :-)
of course my beloved parents have to live through this insanity; i did the mistake of keeping them informed of my decision, comparing the dive to a feather floating gently down in a blue sky - my mum saw it a as rock hurtling towards earth.... the rest is consigned to the annals of history.
Go - No Go....... it was most definitely GO FLIGHT.... as we rocked - once, twice and took the plunge - diving headfirst into what I would most definitely consider an experience of a lifetime - it was a LEAP OF FAITH.
posted by Joseph Noronha @ 3:30 PM
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