Breathe, Ben. Just breathe.
The plane crawled foot by foot up to jump altitude, thirteen-five, and for a brief second, I assured myself: “I got this.” Out the window, views of trees, cars, and clouds shrinking beneath me were quite soothing. Then the jumper at the back of the plane thrust the door open and gale-force winds barreled through the cabin, sucking out whatever confidence I brought with me from sea level. I could only imagine-- hell, I could only hope-- that the few other tandem students about to jump with their instructors were also second-guessing themselves: “Do I got this?”Read More