remember, you can’t pull the chute until they give you the signal. but the whole time i’m thinking why can’t i pull it now? if it doesn’t work i need time to come up with a back up plan. (back up plan equals wildly flapping my arms and then using my tandem instructor as a landing pad). there was a moment when i almost didn’t do it. sitting in the door of the plane at 10,000 feet with the wind going over a hundred miles an hour after watching my husband plummet toward the earth seemingly against his will, all of this taking maybe 5 seconds, but wait is that the rocking count? oh god falling, screaming, hey look that’s the air field, screaming, when can i pull the f*ing ripcord? so much air and loudness and then you hit terminal velocity (what is that for a falling human?) and you feel like you are standing on solid ground…very weird. aaaaaaand parachute signal, reach, pull! whack! and we’re floating, we’re floating. insert huge feeling of relief here. wow, it’s beautiful. find defibrilator to restart heart and we’re good.
i highly recommend it.

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