“I loved my job, you know? I loved writing and taking photographs and visiting every corner of the world, and losing all that…” He swallowed hard, a jagged lump of pain. “Losing all that is bad enough. But I lost something else, something I craved and lived off of, almost as much as I did air and food and water.” “What’s that?” “The rush. The adrenaline. The thrill of walking the edge of life and death, like a tightrope. I didn’t have a death wish, but I loved taunting it. When I was throwing myself out of planes or skiing down triple black diamonds…that’s when I felt that amazing fear. That
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