If you keep throwing yourself out of a plane, at some point something’s going to go wrong. The parachute is going to at least malfunction if not fail completely. And what I know of skydivers is that the good ones (the alive ones?) are always prepared for the malfunction, no matter how many times they’ve landed a successful jump.
I’ve spent my life impressing the people who love me- and myself- with my ability to take scary leaps and not only survive, but usually use them to catapult me into my next one. Not by skydiving- I’ve never been and really don’t know if my anxiety could ever handle it. My leaps weren’t about thrill-seeking as much as they were about ambition.
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