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Skydiving Fear

I look down, see the wide ground. I’m desperate to get to the bottom as I fly in this Cessna through the sky. We're all ready, ready for the last bound. Someone opens the door yelling, "Goodbye!" Fear builds up inside me like a shaken soda can–

and then explodes. Losing air, blacking out, but still a fan I run to the back, throwing myself out.

Just Breathe. Be still. I let my rushing fear subside and feel the crisp air enfolds me. It's blissful! I'm flying! I’m glad I persevered! I pull the chute and glide down to the green. How will I experience that again? I am free of the most frightening constraint.

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