“You ready?” the pilot asked, and we quickly accelerated off the rooftop and up into the night sky. “I heard a rumor you don’t like heights. That true?” she asked. “No, my eyes are closed because I really enjoy hanging out of helicopters that are high in the air,” I muttered. “How high do you need to be?” “A hundred feet should do it,” I said. “I’m not sure just how much impact I’ll be able to stop. I’ve managed to slow myself from a fall of about sixty or seventy feet before, but even so, this isn’t going to feel great.” “If you don’t think you can do this, say now. Because I can’t hang
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“You ready?” the pilot asked, and we quickly accelerated off the rooftop and up into the night sky. “I heard a rumor you don’t like heights. That true?” she asked.
“No, my eyes are closed because I really enjoy hanging out of helicopters that are high in the air,” I muttered.
“How high do you need to be?”
“A hundred feet should do it,” I said. “I’m not sure just how much impact I’ll be able to stop. I’ve managed to slow myself from a fall of about sixty or seventy feet before, but even so, this isn’t going to feel great.”
“If you don’t think you can do this, say now. Because I can’t hang around. This needs to look like a passing flight—not anything stopping.”
“I can do it,” I said, unsure if I was convincing her or me. “I just don’t want to do it.”
*Note*
Spoken like anyone who has ever overcome a REAL challenge.
