a friend of mine is moving to central asia, and she wanted to go and ride roller coasters before she left. a few of us planned the day, and realized that week that six flags had already closed for the season.
we had all been in missionary training together, and heard all these talks on kicking your fear in the face and pressing in to what you are afriad of to be an overcomer. i had suggested then (jokingly) that we try skydiving. when roller coasters (which i hate, btw) didn't work out, they wanted something "even more exciting" - i brought it up again, and they agreed with much hesitation.
four of us went out to do tandems. everyone else was an adrenaline type, liked it. i was the one who had been too scared and almost backed out once i had the harness on - i just wasn't going to let them be cooler than me and go without me. i had a kick-ass tandem instructor who showed me why he loved it. dreamed about jumping for the next two weeks afterward. and since then i have not been able to stop.
got three books, an altimeter, and more funding for aff from the family for christmas. so i also hold them accountable for how i got into skydiving. they keep telling me that they would rather me be here and skydive than move overseas. little do they know that the two are not mutually exclusive. :) life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.
(helen keller)