US Army jump, Mt. Rainier, Washington, via Wikimedia Commons “Why would you want to jump out of a perfectly good plane?” That is the question my grandfather posed to me when I was 19 years old and seriously considering a career as a smoke jumper. Call it a death wish if you want, but being a firefighter is every young man’s (or woman's) dream, so why not mine? You know, people do skydive as a form of recreation. It's an adrenaline junkies sport perhaps, but then so is any great feat of athleticism. Defying those natural “laws” that keep us mortal humans grounded, or anchored in the fixed elemental realm, creates a curious carnal excitement. Athletic events are the only honest form of real “Reality TV” anyway. Anything can happen. Both disaster and miracle, either of which stimulates the endorphins for both the doer and watcher. Aside from living vicariously through those brave enough to consistently exercise their Risk muscle, some (like me) observe dar...
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