I'm really not a crazy thrill seeker who is looking for new ways to push the limits and go to extremes. I can't really handle spinning rides and crazy big roller coasters at Six Flags. I tend to take it easy. However, a few years ago when our family was vacationing in South Padre, Texas I went parasailing with my wife. That was awesome and I knew when I was only 100 feet up that I was going to have to skydive someday.
This was a big birthday year for me and for my present from my wife I chose to do something that I normally wouldn't do - skydive. After I made the firm decision that this was for sure what I wanted to do I had some good conversations with my closest friend, Kevin. Kevin had been skydiving and had some good advice and funny bits of knowledge to share. I really loved what he passed on to me about what the actor Will Smith had to say about his experience skydiving (watch here). I found it to be quite profound. I kept thinking over and over about what Mr. Smith said about how God places the best things in life on the other side of terror or extreme fear. That really stuck with me.
As the summer started to wind down and I knew that my schedule was going to pick up I figured that I'd better make this happen or I was going to have to take a "sick day". So, I signed up online and got ready to take the ride of a lifetime! I didn't really think about it the way I think some people might. I was pretty relaxed. Even the video I had to watch about signing the release form didn't freak me out, nor did the seven pages of legal documents I had to sign promising my family wouldn't sue the company if something were to go wrong. I just viewed it all as part of the process. Even though I was starting to get pretty pumped up, that night I slept like a baby (But not like one of my babies! They wake up too much!).
The morning of the jump went a little like this: we got the kids where they were all going to be for the day and we (my wife, Jennifer, and I) headed out to Caddo Mills. When we got to the "drop zone" we had to wait for a bit while a group did their jump. They took off in a little, yellow Cessna just as we pulled up into the parking lot of the hanger. While we were waiting we looked around and took it all in. I was pretty pumped up about what was going to happen. There wasn't really fear in me, but rather a pure excitement. I have always wanted to fly. I have had countless dreams of weightless flight. I was really looking forward to what this might be like and was trying to focus my thoughts on taking in every detail I could: the plane - inside and out, the wind, the clouds, the curvature of the Earth, the details of the land below, the tugs and pulls against my body, the sounds, free falling, the parachute (hopefully), landing, and the emotions of it all.
I sat through a 30 minute run-down on the do's and don'ts of skydiving with 2 others. I focused as well as I could to everything the instructor was telling us, but it was a little difficult to hear due to the large fans that were blowing the sweltering heat out of the hanger. When the lesson was over I felt like I had gotten the gist of it, but also like maybe I missed something. I knew for sure what NOT to do: don't grab the instructor's arms (who I would be jumping tandem with) and don't pull the cords! No problem! I played over in my mind what I knew I had heard and tried to formulate any questions that might better prepare me. I had none. I didn't know if that was good or bad.
I walked over to put my harness on and walked around a bit to try to get used to the feel. It was like the harness you wear to repel or rock climb. After a few minutes, my instructor came over and clipped me to his harness with about a 3 foot cord. I felt like a dog on a leash. As soon as I heard the click of the carabiner type clip, my instructor yelled over the fan for me to follow him. We headed directly to the little yellow Cessna I had seen early. It looked even smaller now! As we approached the airplane I looked inside briefly and then climbed in. There were no seats! My seat belt was attached to the floor directly behind the pilot. I settled in and tried to figure out how my instructor, a second instructor and a second crazy person (I was the first) were all going to fit in this flying coffin! It was insane! This was the smallest airplane EVER! Somehow my instructor sat
facing me with his legs and mine overlapping. The other crazy person (who turned out to be way crazier than me!) sat next to my instructor and her instructor sat on the floor between the pilot and the door facing backwards. We were like sardines in a can! In all seriousness, the plane could have been compared to the flying wagon that "Bobby" uses in the movie Radio Flyer. It was TINY!
As the plane's single engine revved I knew that this was it. I was seriously going skydiving! I couldn't believe it. It was kind of like that feeling you have when you are a little reluctant to go on the world's largest roller coaster, but you do it anyway. As you get into the car, you think "no big deal" this will be over soon and it will be cool. Then, it immediately starts the incredibly slow climb to the top of the big drop and you think "I might be stupid" and "I hate roller coasters".
It seemed like the ascent to 10,000 feet took at least half an hour. In reality, I think it only took 15 minutes tops. It was a steady climb. I thought that I should have been doing something to get ready, but when I saw both instructors taking power naps I decided to just enjoy the flight and see what I could recognize out of my window. After a few minutes, my instructor started checking over his gear. Then, he instructed me to climb over and sit on his lap. I knew from the tutorial earlier that this was coming, but I still thought it would be funny to make a remark about how a I'd never been asked that by a man before. Let's say he pretended not to hear me.
As I climbed over to get into position, the other crazy person did the same. Suddenly, the pilot shouted out "THREE, TWO, ONE!" On "ONE" the other instructor opened the plane's door! Insert expletives here! I was not about to back down! No way! But, dude, this was getting real! The other instructor and his crazy person swung their legs around and moved to the edge of the plane, all while I'm watching with my mouth hanging open. One second they were there in the plane with us and the next moment they were gone! Falling at a very fast rate of speed to the Earth below.
As my instructor and I started moving toward the door I noticed two things. First, the pilot was also wearing a parachute pack, which told me that he also had very little confidence in our flying go-cart! Second, our pilot looked like one of my 5th graders from last year! I think he had a milk mustache! Anyway, we shimmied to the edge of the plane and I put my feet out on to the little metal platform and looked down. All I can tell you is that planet Earth was way down there and it is definitely round! This was my first moment of panic. It didn't last long, but it was pretty intense. I put my hands on my shoulder straps, looked up at the wing (as I had been instructed), and off we went! I was free falling! At the exact moment that we exited the plane I began to immediately experience joy and bliss and this freedom that was unlike anything else I can compare it to. It was incredible. I could see that the clouds were a few thousand feet below us. I tried my best to whoop and holler and express my excitement, but I couldn't get anything out because of the rush and speed of the air in my face. The free fall lasted for maybe up to 15 seconds. I'm not for sure, but it could have been about that long. Longer maybe. It was amazing.
It took a couple of minutes, but eventually we made it to the landing zone. Right on cue, I lifted my legs and we landed right on our backsides. Not a bad landing if I do say so myself. I just sat there for a couple of minutes and tried to take in the experience. I wanted to soak it in because I knew that the adrenaline was going to be off the charts.
I was right. Flying was way better than I would have ever dreamed (and I have dreamed) and the adrenaline flowing through my body was intense! Since I made it back safely, I decided that I deserved a "I Conquered Gravity!" t-shirt. I now wear that shirt with pride. I am really glad that I went skydiving and can recommend Dallas Skydiving Center. Those guys were awesome and took real good care of me and the other Nutter bars that jumped out of the Radio Flyer. Once was probably enough for me, but who knows, I may be up to a 30,000 foot jump someday (don't tell Jennifer)!