His first time

I was watching an ST:TNG episode tonight, the one where lieutenant Barkley professes his fear for transporters. It reminded me of another situation.

In 2001, just a few days before our wedding, JBQ and I were waiting for my parents and brother at the Paris airport. I asked my brother how he liked the flight and he said “it was better than my first one”. I asked him to elaborate and he told me the story.

A few years back he was serving in the Greek army (which is mandatory for all males). He hated it. He had lost a lot of weight there as he was pretty depressed of the situation. One day, their superior officer asked for volunteers for a project. The volunteered soldiers would take 10 days off as a ‘thanks’ for taking part. My brother volunteered. The project was… parachute jumping off a plane. While this might not sound too terrifying to some, you must understand that my brother had never being aboard an airplane in his life at this time. So, not only he had to overcome the anxiety of flying for the first time, but he had to jump down too.

While he almost fainted mid-air, he came out of it a stronger person. I could not believe my ears when he told me last summer that he has a new hobby, hang-gliding!

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Thom Holwerda wrote on February 11th, 2007 at 11:17 AM PST:

Parachute jumping is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.


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