I’m applying for a scholarship and to win it, I need your vote. It’s super easy and I’d love for you to share this invite on your pages, websites and social networks so I can garner lots of votes!
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Learning to Fly
He assured me that I could trust the rigging on my back to support me and I wouldn’t crash headlong into the crags and treetops way below me. I trembled visibly, breathing shallowly as excitement and fear collided within me. I was trying to trust that I would fly, but after signing the release form, I was fearful I would die.
“You can do this,” he said.
I heard, I can’t do this. I don’t know how to do this. I’m gonna die!
“You’re going to have to trust me,” he said, “Trust the wind. Trust yourself.”
Trust myself?! What am I doing?! I’m gonna die!
“Now, when I say ‘go,’ we’re going to run to that edge and jump,” he said, his voice getting carried away on the wind, making his words sound foreign.
I nodded, although I didn’t know exactly to what I had agreed.
He waited a breath and shouted, “GO!”
Blinded with adrenaline, I charged without thought. I didn’t realize I had started running until I actually leapt over the cliff, into the abyss and the ground started racing up to meet me. The wind caught us, the parachute above me snapping abruptly and tossing me out into the open space effortlessly. My breath rushed out of me in a yelp of jubilation, as the reality of my situation sank in… I was flying!
Trusting myself has been an important, lifelong lesson and, as I floated and swayed gently on the wind, tears of joy trickling down my cheeks, I had an awareness: sometimes, trusting myself comes through following the encouragement of a more experienced flyer who can see my hidden, innate ability to follow in his footsteps.
And, by so doing, I’ve discovered something incredible: I can fly!
