If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I'm just going to hold my breath, because I know i'm going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm one of those people who when I go over a bridge, I want to jump. It's just this intense tickle in the back of my throat. It's like I'm on the verge the whole time I'm walking over that bridge, and I'm not going to get a release until I jump.
I'm still at the end of my rope because I find myself not handling things well when I travel.
I'm fine with being beat-up and pushed around, but I'm really scared of heights and scared of ledges.
I certainly do get at the end of my rope at times. We all do.
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.
The first time I almost died was surfing: I got hit on the head with a board. I went under and started swimming until I hit the bottom of the ocean. I thought, 'Oh my God, I'm going the wrong way. Do I have enough air to get back up?' If you're a surfer, you know the feeling.
When you're at the end of your rope, all you have to do is make one foot move out in front of the other. Just take the next step. That's all there is to it.
I rendezvous with the long wire and perform the 'torero walk', gliding my feet, holding the pole away from my body, head high.
I took up scuba diving, and my next big thing is BASE jumping.
Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.