Pardon the bluntness of that title folks but it's what came to mind when I came across this piece this morning.
Not quite three years ago, the wife and I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane as part of an anniversary gift to each other. Links are here, here and here to that chronicling. To call that an exhilarating day is to understate something about as understated-ly as you can. Neither of us at the time had celebrated our 50th birthday and both of us have talked about doing this again.
But after watching this then 80 year old (now 81 year old) experience what she experienced and remembering that my biggest fear was falling out of the harness once in the air, I'm not so sure. Call me a pollo all you want:
One of the things I most vividly remember about my jump is being under canopy and having my instructor adjust the harness to give us more room between us. There was this temporary slackness as that room was realized that scared the bejebuz out of me.
Seeing this poor old lady go through that in a much worse way is just flat out scary.
So yes, I had to check my drawers and I'm happy to report that all is well.