skydiving

She saved my manhood

/ J.R. Roper / Leave a comment

So I didn’t jump out of a plane at 11,000 feet. In fact, no one did because of the weather. But I wasn’t going to anyway, and the best part—I didn’t have to look my cowardice in the eye and tell anyone. Why? Because my wife did it for me. She is a woman with courage.

 She had the courage to cancel my slot without even getting final consent from me. She knows me well enough to know when I am genuinely worried and cared about me enough to save my manhood and tell everyone for me. And, she is still going to jump out of the airplane when it is rescheduled. What a woman.

Help! I might jump out of a plane at 11,000 feet!

/ J.R. Roper / Leave a comment

So my chances of dying during a tandem skydive are at worst 1 in 250,000. So what! If I don’t do it I will avoid the opportunity to be  that lucky one, the remembered statistic. I am fully aware that driving in a car is dangerous and that more people die from snake bites than skydiving every year, but I’m still not convinced that I need to do it.

I love rollercoasters and I have experienced a ripcord fall of about 150 feet, but that is more than 10,850 less feet than if I skydive. My wife is doing it, but I’m already fully aware that she is tougher than I am. So why even consider it, you ask? Why jump out of a well functioning plane? I’m still not sure. Will I accept my cowardice or will I pull untapped courage out of some hidden recess in the corner of my mind? I only have about 30 hours to decide.