Oh it gets better...
A picture of a topless jump got loose on the internet, and suddenly she was "jumping for the cure" -- something breast cancer related -- which was pure bullshit, per the photographer.
Her boyfriend / instructor / dude-that-got-her-knocked-up has been politely invited to stay away from area DZs for exercising a repeated pattern of poor judgement.
Shayna failed to recognize a non-emergency situation due to 10th-jump ignorance, and chose a reserve ride. The reserve ride spin was a one-in-a-million tension knot that locked the slider, and could happen to anyone, being no fault of the rigger. That she hit a parking lot was nothing short of a miracle, and probably saved her life that that of her baby.
Virtually without exception, everybody was supportive in her recovery. From that standpoint, we still are. The media show, however, is a different story. This plea for post-accident sponsorship is like opening up a third chapter of the saga, after such a despicable Chapter Two. I, for one, am glad to see her get bitch-slapped by the equipment vendor as a means to an end on this deal. I doubt she'd ever be openly accepted, beyond the requisite condolences, anywhere in the skydiving community. And as for Rick... well, he can jump somewhere else.
