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QuoteQuoteWow ! Like stuffing you full of margaritias and shipping you home ? Like that ?
Nah, that was the bonus.
Like being there when I'm trying for my SCR (again), with 9 people...or teasing me to change my mood (ahem. Thanks....). Or reminding me that everyone was, at some point, where I am. Not hating me because I can't fly well yet, and got lost in the sky. Teasing me about plowing furrows and laughing at me because of the hole in my jumpsuit...and then reminding me that skydivers don't "boo hoo," they just jump. Waiting out the weird winds with me, and then saying sure, let's go again.
Things like that.
Is it ok for me to do all that without being a USPA Coach ?
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bozo
Pain is fleeting. Glory lasts forever. Chicks dig scars.
Michele 1
QuoteIs it ok for me to do all that without being a USPA Coach ?
Yup.
Ciels-
Michele
~Do Angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?~
Hi, Michele!
What a great question! Among the many people I respect in this sport, there is one in particular that I thought of immediately when I read your post. I think my respect for him evolved in phases:
When I met him the first time I stepped foot on a DZ - I respected him because he was The Instructor. He automatically had my respect because of his position of authority.
When my husband got hurt during AFF L3 - I respected him for his compassion.
When I worried incessantly throughout my student levels - I respected him for his ability to listen and to teach and to make me laugh at myself (especially when I did funny things in the air that didn't seem so funny when it was happening)
When he takes time out of an extremely busy day to jump with me now, I respect his ability in the air & under canopy.
When I talk to him after jumping is over for the day, over dinner, over a beer, I respect him as a friend.
Blue skies,
Karen
What a great question! Among the many people I respect in this sport, there is one in particular that I thought of immediately when I read your post. I think my respect for him evolved in phases:
When I met him the first time I stepped foot on a DZ - I respected him because he was The Instructor. He automatically had my respect because of his position of authority.
When my husband got hurt during AFF L3 - I respected him for his compassion.
When I worried incessantly throughout my student levels - I respected him for his ability to listen and to teach and to make me laugh at myself (especially when I did funny things in the air that didn't seem so funny when it was happening)
When he takes time out of an extremely busy day to jump with me now, I respect his ability in the air & under canopy.
When I talk to him after jumping is over for the day, over dinner, over a beer, I respect him as a friend.
Blue skies,
Karen
Nah, that was the bonus.
Like being there when I'm trying for my SCR (again), with 9 people...or teasing me to change my mood (ahem. Thanks....). Or reminding me that everyone was, at some point, where I am. Not hating me because I can't fly well yet, and got lost in the sky. Teasing me about plowing furrows and laughing at me because of the hole in my jumpsuit...and then reminding me that skydivers don't "boo hoo," they just jump. Waiting out the weird winds with me, and then saying sure, let's go again.
Things like that.
Thanks for being there....and for singing happy birthday! LOL....
Ciels-
Michele
~Do Angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?~
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