I can Fly!!!
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What’s something you never believed until you experienced it?
If you would have asked me, when I was 5 years old, if I can fly? I would’ve had said yes. Ask me again when I am seven, I would have laughed and told you, “I’m not a bird.” When I turned 29, I believed I could learn to fly. So I tried. I took my first Tandem and was hooked.
I spent a year learning and mastering the art of skydiving. The jumping out of a plane was easy. Free-falling to the earth at 120 mph was exhilarating. The actual flying; under a canopy, was yet to be learned. It took me only 18 jumps before breaking my first bone. Another 70 jumps before another broken bones, all contributed to what is known as a hard landing. I never mastered the ability to fly. I could free fall with the best of them and fell in love with it. But when it came to landing my parachute, I sucked. Still do.
However, I am among the elite few that actually have parachuted. So all in all, I can’t believe I did it and so glad I did.
My moment of happy: knowing I have the courage to overcome my fears to accomplish what is ahead of me.