I don’t know if I just want to share or brag, but last Saturday I did something I never ever wanted to do; namely jump out of a perfectly good airplane. In a nutshell, my son’s into skydiving and several weeks ago invited me to come watch him jump. He knew I’d never jump. In fact, as I told him, it was at the very bottom of my to-do list behind working high steel or daycare. I jokingly replied, “If I have to drive all the way to Thomaston (2 hours south of me), I might as well jump, too.” As soon as the call ended I realized what a totally stupid thing that was to have said, but figured it probably wouldn’t come up again. Nonetheless, I lived in fear every time he called or I received a text or email. Then Friday afternoon a week ago, while in Staples, I received a short text, “Fair warning – tomorrow is skydiving day!” I dropped whatever I was about to buy, didn’t go to the other store I had planned to visit, and went straight home where I stayed until happy hour. In all fairness, my son gave me an easy out, but I would have rather gone splat than go back on what I had said. The intellectual side of me knew that lots of people have successfully jumped from planes for over 100 years and that it was probably safer than the drive to Thomaston. In fact, skydiving probably isn’t more dangerous than diving in underwater caves, which I’ve done. However, the reptilian side of my brain knew damn well that jumping from over 2 miles up is fricken insane! (For that matter, so is flying in an airplane to begin with, though I never gave it much thought.) For sure, looking out the open door at 14,000 ft. just isn’t the same as peering out the window as a passenger. Actually, I wasn’t nearly as concerned about dying, as much as I just don’t like the sensation of falling, spinning, rocking, etc. A merry-go-round is about my top speed at an amusement park and I avoid amusement parks! To fast forward, while lying on the ground afterwards, I was asked if I was glad I did it. I could only reply, “I’ll get back to you.” The experience took a little time to process after the adrenalin rush dissipated (as well as the queasiness from spinning around after the chute deployed), but I can now say that it was probably the most exciting thing I’ve ever done! Although a 150 lb. sack of potatoes could have done the same thing, I still feel I accomplished something just by going along for the ride. For various reasons, I’ll probably stick with scuba and not pursue skydiving, but I sure gained a much better understanding and appreciation for what my kid does. Actually, both sports have a lot in common, namely, it’s very bad to run out of air. For sure, hitting a hard 16 against the dealer’s 10 with a large bet will never seem quite so scary again!