So for those of you who aren't sick of skydiving stuff...
you've seen the videos, you've seen the pictures, and now you can see the ESSAY.
Dad wants me to post it. I've sent it to Auburn and Vanderbilt. Wish me luck!
A turning point in a person’s life can be a process over time or one short moment that changes everything. After that metamorphosis occurs, a profound shift of perspective follows, reshaping the individual. The journey and challenges of life are forever altered. My turning point took approximately five minutes; I went skydiving.
I have dreamed of skydiving since I was about eight years old. To see the world from above, to feel the exhilaration of jumping out of a plane, and to return to earth by parachute seemed like one of the biggest challenges a person could undertake, but also one of the most rewarding. I was right.
I went on a Saturday in October, just three days after my eighteenth birthday, to Skydive the Farm. With time to kill I met many future friends, two of which were DZ Chad and Big Steve. They agreed to accompany me on my first jump as videographer and tandem jumping partner. We were the perfect trio; I, the excited risk taker, Big Steve, the man willing to do aerial back flips out of the plane, and DZ Chad, a fantastic cameraman.
Our turn finally came near dusk, which according to the veterans, is the best time to skydive because of the beauty of the sunset and optimum winds. Big Steve instructed me about skydive body positioning before it was time to leave and all three of us gathered together. With my excitement rising, we took off in a small plane packed with about twenty-five other ecstatic people, ready for their own adrenaline filled moment. After flying to 14,000 feet, it was time to prove myself.
Big Steve and I prepared to be the first team out of the plane. The gate opened up and a chilly forty degree wind rushed in. As I looked out, I realized I was eye level with the horizon. The wind whipped across my face and through my hair. I keenly felt the energy of being alive. I knelt in front of the opening with Big Steve as DZ Chad hung onto the side of the plane. I looked over at DZ Chad and gave him a nervous smile. Up until that point, I had no fear of skydiving, but looking out at the expanse below, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of fear. I crossed my hands across my chest and lifted my head up. I gazed upon the beautiful terrain of Georgia nearly two and a half miles below me. As Big Steve counted to three, I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and let go of all my fears; it was at that moment we jumped into the air.
The view was surreal. I was watching the earth spin before my eyes, the land and sunset trading places. Once we reached free fall at 120 miles per hour, I lifted out my hands in fists and screamed for joy. I felt invincible and strengthened. Every part of my being was invigorated, and looking below me, I felt as if I owned the world. The sight of the moon rising in the east and the sun setting in the west was almost magical. The rippling textures of the green rolling hills and the grassy landing zone beckoned us to return. We pulled the parachute cord and floated our way down to earth, greeted by the cheerful reds and yellows of fall trees. I was part of a panorama that was both beautiful and empowering.
Skydiving taught me that I can accomplish anything, no matter how frightening it seems. I learned to be unwavering in my decisions with confidence in myself and my capabilities. I will reach out with this same boldness to achieve my academic goals while placing my eyes on the horizon of what is yet to come. As I leap into the fulfillment of my dreams, I know the journey is as rewarding as the destination.