Lessons from Skydiving

I'm not exactly sure how it happened but my good friend Kevin convinced me to go skydiving this week. I'm not afraid of heights. However, I am afraid of plummeting to my death from 10,000 feet in the air. To say I was scared is a profound understatement. I was not at all sure that I would survive the jump which prompted this post.

To be completely honest, I was too scared during the jump to really reflect on what was happening. The feeling of free falling was exhilarating and my thoughts went back and forth between, "Oh my God this is so awesome," and "Oh my God why did I do this." The jump overall was a good experience. With that said, I was probably more terrified then I had ever been in my life just before we jumped. A close runner up to the fear I felt just before we jumped was the fear I felt after free falling for about forty seconds and wondering if the parachute was ever going to open. During the moments just before the parachute opened, I had some of the most sincere prayer time of my entire life.

To make a very long and scary story short, I survived the jump and I'm happy Kevin made me do it. The guys at Skydive San Marcos were really great and made the experience a lot of fun. Since returning safely to the ground, which I have an entirely new appreciation for, I've had a lot of time to reflect on the whole ordeal. Over the next few days I'll be sharing some of the lessons I learned from skydiving. Hope you enjoy.