Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
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It was in this moment that he relized...
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Daring the wild blue sky,
Daring to fly,
Daring to tumble,
This was his life,
Daring it away
At every tiny
Airshow.
He spun out of control,
Realizing he couldn't pull out,
And it was all worth it.
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Daring the wild blue sky,
Daring to fly,
Daring to tumble,
This was his life,
Daring it away
At every tiny
Airshow.
He spun out of control,
Realizing he couldn't pull out,
And it was all worth it.
His last thoughts as he tumbled through the smoke were, 'am I too low to parachute?' He had only 500 feet to hit the ground, so he had to decide if he would ride the stalled aircraft in, or would he jump? He gave no second thought, he pulled the canopy release and forced himself out, helped by the negative G force of the tumbling aircraft.
He thought of the old joke about the ambulance not being there, but he plainly saw it as he took off to perform for the crowd. 'I'll make it,' he reassured himself, then thought about the reality of the situation. He pulled the ripcord.
Ironically, there are always those in the crowds, he reflected, who wanted to see someone crash and burn. He recalled Bob Dylan's song about the lunatic on the Brooklyn Bridge who was threatening to jump. At first the crowd which gathered on the bridge pleaded with him not to jump, but as the day wore on, they began to shout in unison, 'JUMP! JUMP!'
He chuckled, and hit the ground before the chute opened completely, and heard the sirens. 'Hey, I made it,' he told the paramedic, grinned, and faded into oblivion, feeling no pain.
Why did I accept this stupid dare? I've only met the guy once, and here I am, rolling around in a small box, high above the ground. I've always been scared of heights, well, since I fell off the top of the slide when I was about four, at any rate.
I certainly don't enjoy flying - it's the worst part of any holiday, thank goodnees for Rescue Remedy's what I say!.
So why did I agree to this dare? He promised to cure me of my hang-ups. I must have had one too many glasses of beer, or I wouldn't have said "yes".
Oh goodness, look at the ground through the smoke trail - it looks so ethereal, it's beautiful. And look, there's the house I used to live in when I was small - they've taken down the big climbing frame, but the old oak tree is still there, and, yes, there's still a tyre hanging from it.
Wow, this is fantastic, I can see so much, I feel like I could reach out and touch it, we're so low down.
I knew I'd be OK with this, never doubted it for a second. I wonder how much it would cost to learn to be a pilot, I think that would be really cool.
It was in this moment that he realized that he should not have had tacos for lunch. Riding in a stunt plane seemed like an adventurous idea a few months ago. Strapped in his seat and a racing heart, he closed his eyes hoping that his stomach would not erupt mid air. He made a mental note to tell his wife to get him a more conservative birthday gift next time. A blue polo shirt would suit him just fine.
It was in this moment that he realized this is the way he always wanted to go. Suddenly, all the fear left him and he stopped fighting it and sat back to take in the moment. The equipment beneath him stuttered and spun and he simply smiled.
He'd lived his life the way he had always hoped he would. He had learned to fly. The dream he had had as a child was fulfilled and even magnified beyond what he ever imagined. As a stunt flier, he had wowed the crowd. He had managed to do things in mid air that he never could have dreamed possible back when he first saw a plane fly above his head at the age of 7 years. Back then, he only imagined soaring through the clouds someday. He never dreamed he would do that and so much more.
The plane beneath him had been his friend, his comfort through every trial, his get-away from every difficulty. This was the friend he had spent so much of his life with, and this was the friend he would end it all with. Its spinning had now subsided and it was diving toward the earth.
He closed his eyes and felt that now he was truly flying. Inside and out.
Dani, loved your piece - especially the "inside and out", Great:-)
This is probably going to be a little "tacky" to some of you, but it's the first thought to my mind...
It was in this moment that he realized, it wouldn't have mattered whether or not he put on a clean pair of underwear that morning (like his mother always said to do)...for they no longer were.
HA! Sorry...I couldn't resist.
HAHA! Simply Heather, that cracked me up!
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