Life before skydiving? Since that wasn't to long ago I do remember it. I was a bitter person, low self esteem and afraid of heights. (Really afraid of heights, I broke down crying on the plane. Oh, I disliked planes also. I was not a drinker.) Like many I to was looking for that extra something in life, but couldn't find it. I was somewhat a shy person. Since my first jump, I realized that if I could jump from a plane, I could and can do anything. Now if I'm not skydiving I'm sitting in my backyard with a beer and my head up to the skies. If any plane bigger then a C-182 flies over I yell "What I do to jump from that?" Now, the neighbours no longer talk to me. Family members are thinking I should talk to a doctor because I like to admit I jump from planes. My only friends that will talk to me are my jump-buddies. My girlfriend left me for some guy that "doesn't want to kill himself." All I have to say about that now is "Damn Whuffos!" The greatest thing about skydiving for me is this; for the first time in my life I belong to a family that respects me and accepts me because of the love I have for this sport. THANK YOU ALL!