The incessant engine humming, no – more of a roaring moan, will probably echo in my head for hours after I land. That guy looks as nervous as I feel. “We can do this, Joe!” Yeah, that smile looks totally forced, but thumbs up buddy.
I can’t imagine this would be very comfortable without these packs on our backs. Makes a good spot for resting my head while we wait to reach altitude over the jump zone. Oh, wow. Stomach isn’t having that right now. Better sit up and think happy thoughts. This helmet feels tighter all of a sudden. Let’s do an equipment check again to get my mind right. Yep … check, check. This harness itches right here. Heck, I’d wear a suit of armor if they guaranteed me nothing bad would happen.
Oh, Lord. They’re moving around up there. Okay. Okay. It’s happening. Stand up. Shuffle forward. Here we go. Please, God, I know the doc said six to eight months. But I really think I want all of it I can get. Let me make this jump okay, please?
“What? … Oh, yes. Yes, have it right here. Okay. Yes, I count the seconds and then pull this. Right. This one for back up. Got it. Yep. … Where? … Oh God … yep … okay.”
That wind is not at strong as it was last time. I could practically fall out here. My finger tips are probably going to be bruised as tight as I’m gripping this door. Not looking down yet. Not looking down. I wish he’d just push me out. Oh man, he’s saying it. Here I go.
“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Be a starfish and count you dumbass! Shit. I’m falling. This is great! I’m probably at ten seconds. Okay. 11-one thousand … 12-one thousand … 13-one thousand … 14-one thousand … I can’t wait to tell everyone I’ve been doing this. 17-one thousand … 18-one thousand … 19-one thousand … I wonder how many people are out of the plane so far. 24-one thousand … 25-one thousand … feels so freeing, not like the first few jumps. 28-one thousand … 29-one thousand … 30-one thousand … all I could think about was whether my chute would open, how tight the harness felt, and how much my eyes were watering (even with the goggles on). All that in just three seconds.
Wow … 35-one thousand …36-one thousand … it’s like google earth in person. Zooming in people! Zooming in! 40-one thousand … 41-one thousand … screw cancer … 42-one thousand … 43-one thousand … I’ll buy Katherine a huge diamond ring before I tell her so she doesn’t argue about saving the money for the medical bills … 46-one thousand … 47-one thousand … I’ll write that book I’ve been messing around about for all these years, and … 50-one thousand … I’ll tell my brother I’m sorry … 52-one thousand … and as it turns out she’ll be available again in 6 – 8 months, dude … 54-one thousand … ouch, that chuckle hurt with all this air flow slapping into me under this pack. 57-one thousand … almost … 58-one thousand … reaching …59-one thousand … here goes, brace for whiplash.
No. What is this? Some kind of test? No, no, no! Steps! Follow the steps! There’s time. There’s time. Look – you’re still above 1000. Do the steps. What the … I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that. The line is too messed up. Stop panicking; I can’t believe this is happening. Not fixable … right … okay. Next.
Reach to the right – there it is. Got it. Now find the left – got it. Arching back, pulling … damn this thing is hard … pull that thing. Okay there it went. Main chute cut. There it goes. Damn. Pull left! Pull! C’mon dammit. This is NOT happening! God please! Is anyone coming to help me. Do they see me? Wait – where is everyone? Flatten … stretch … fall slower. What was I thinking? What was this supposed to do for me when I had this idea? Confidence. I was supposed to get some strength to face the cancer.
I’m gonna’ die. No one can help me. The reserve won’t open. I’m almost at 1000 feet. What was it they said then? About 7 or 8 seconds. Far cry from 6 – 8 months. Maybe I should have told Katherine. Will Doc Peters tell her now? Oh no – will the insurance cover this? Glad we have the supplemental and the savings. She can always sell the other house too. God, thanks for giving me Katherine before this.
Dave will figure it out. Maybe he’ll read my papers and get the apology he’s been needing. Katherine’s strong, she and the kids will be okay. Oh, please Lord, don’t let this hurt. Let it be quick when I hit. Maybe even finish me before I hit? Please don’t let it hurt.
Maybe that’s the best thing. No weeks or months wasting away in front of everyone. No long term pain deadened by the drugs. Guess I’ll never know what smoking pot feels like now. Focus – 1000 feet. Close your eyes.
The smell of grandma’s house. Mom’s lasagna. The look Jesse gave me, smiling eyes and tongue hanging out with joy, whenever I’d play ball with her. The waves crashing in rhythm on the beach. Sun shining. Our first kiss. She knows me. Katherine holding Jamal. Lunch together in the tree-house, spying on Ayesha and Tim next door until they spotted us. All of us giggling so hard it made tree-house shake. Katherine’s face when I pulled up on Tom’s motorcycle. Jamal scraping his knee the first time, I was his hero. I love you guys. That time whe
I needed to post content hurriedly this morning and didn’t have time to edit this. I will touch up any grammar/spelling issues in the coming days. This started as a response to a writing exercise called “Epiphany” in Brian Kiteley’s The 3 A.M. Epiphany. I cheated a little and then went rogue. I also got the idea for the ending from John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars where the main character talks about how her favorite book ends. I recommend both books.