Back in 2013, my friend Carol was turning 70 and for her birthday, she wanted to go skydiving. A few days before the dive, things got complicated. Carol was still scheduled to dive, but she needed a friend to go with her.
You know I put my name in that hat.
Carol picked me up on a beautiful Saturday morning and we headed out to the training center, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. We talked and laughed on the drive, catching up on life and our thoughts about the dive. We were both excited for the experience, but neither of us fearful.
Until the first divers jumped out of the plane.
Our little plane had a group of formation divers who were practicing that morning. . . and lucky them, they get to jump a lot lower than the rest of us newbies. Eesh. Watching them fling their bodies out …