I FELL out of a plane ✈️
At 21 years old I fell out of a plane.
I was in Hawaii visiting family at the time. I’d borrowed my uncle’s car and drove around the island of Oahu one day. There’s a pineapple plantation on the west coast and an airfield. Anyway long story short I ended up in the air and the door flew open.
FEAR filled my soul;
for just a moment, then a sense of calm took over. I remember the chill of the air slapping my face and a chain of islands come into view. I remember feeling like one with the universe for about a minute. The worry I initially felt was gone.
Reminding myself that I’m not alone here the ground approached slowly, then faster. I popped through clouds, then the ground appeared very rapidly. The exhilarating experience turned almost spiritual.
I hit the ground awkwardly.
But I was ok, I wasn’t alone. The guy I had paid to cling to my back and pull a parachute did his job. Probably for the twentieth time that week. He told me moments before when we were crouched at the doorway he was on very little sleep after drinking all night. For him, it was Tuesday morning. But for me, going through the very same experience was fear, freedom, a spiritual experience and ultimately life changing.
I always think about it when I sit in the emergency exit row.
I fell out of a plane, it made a great story to tell.
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