Friday, October 14, 2011

Hurtling Through Space




What I remember about skydiving is that I had to surrender to my own death. In everything else in my life I felt that I had a choice. But once I threw myself out the hatch I didn't. It's the scariest thing I've ever done and yet I lived. I'm still not sure I understand why. So I went back and did it again, as if to prove something to myself. I don't know what. Today is my 3rd jump. My feet will be on the ground, but my heart just left the plane.