On a Wing and a Prayer at 11,000 feet

For the longest time I never understood the logic of jumping out of an airplane. I mean if there is nothing wrong with the plane why jump out of it?

That all changed on Saturday morning when I went skydiving. It was a last minute thing -- I felt peer pressured. Needless to say it was one of the most amazing experiences. Taking that step out of the plane is a feeling you cannot describe unless you've done it. You let go of all control and security and for a period of 3 minutes the sky owns you.

The free fall was the best part -- traveling through the air at 120 mph. Then the parachute deploys (thank the God almighty in heaven above!) and you glide back down to earth like a bird.

The whole thing was fucking awesome ... and I was one crazy mofo for doing it.

I'm ready to suit up and dive in head first, again.