'..Sitting by the door, fully aware he's the first to go and staring out into the rain- this can't get any worst he thought. First to go is always uncomfortable. Like venturing into the dangerous unknown or like the first few men ashore on Normandy on the D-day landings.A few deep breathes ,clenching of the fist-not a sign of fear more like to make sure his hands are not numb should the need arise to pull the reserve.
The craft came to a slowdown as it reached its destination followed by the orders- 'feet out!'. As he sat at the door, feet dangling out 3,500 feet from the relative safety of the ground, he waited.. and waited..for what could easily be eternity for the specific order - 'GO!!!' and it came.. plunging into nothing only depended on a 2 inch wide rope to trigger his salvation.
What if it snapped? What if it didn't happened? -He wasn't thinking about that, he thought- 'Owh...shit!!! I forgot to count!!!' and seconds later a huge umbrella opened up about him.
He was me.
I'm on 3!
Yay!!!
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