Risking it all (postscript) - ok I thought I was done
As I rolled out of the plane I could feel my stomach do a summersault and totally remind me that I get motion sick. It wasn’t too bad at first. I just kept breathing deep and enjoying the view.
After the chute deployed it got a little stronger. I think the sudden change of speed got me, but it was when we made a quick turn that I knew that I was not going to make it to the landing before my milk and cookies were going to resurface.
I calmly told the instructor that I was going to throw up and I made sure that I did it straight down so it wouldn’t get on him. I’ve never thrown up while moving fast in mid air.
I wasn’t as much humiliated as I was bummed that the camera man cut out the barfing footage and pictures. I thought it would have been great. “Brave Bozo Barfs Big” or “Perky Pastor Pukes Pistachios while Parachuting” would have been the title of my video. It’s the story of my life. More comical than heroic. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I might have divine bravery, but I have a human stomach.
I just hope the parallels of skydiving and my leap of faith don’t completely coincide or I may see my lunch coming back up real soon. Wait a second…I’m feeling a little queasy. I’ll be right back. J
If you want to see me during the free fall, go to http://www.realxstream.com?XStreamID=86883&Vid=1
I do have a picture with chunks all over my shirt, but I thought posting it may be a little tacky. Anyone interested in seeing it can email me. I wear my colors with pride.

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