fiftynfallin

Hi - -I'm not a regular DZ-dot-com poster, but I just saw your initial post and wanted to respond. You fall off the horse, you get back on. You crash the car, you drive again. You choke on a piece of meat, you eat steak next weekend. It's what we do. I've hurt myself twice: smashed foot, then 10 years later a tib/fib spiral fracture. I may walk funny, but I'm smiling when I do it. The decision is yours to go back. But this survivor keeps it up. Scared, yes. Worried about the metal in both legs. Yes. But, yes, I've learned to listen to the winds, and I can "see" all 21 jumpers from my Otter load down to the ground. I'm a skydiver. Hope you're doing well. I haven't read the follow-up posts to your story. PM me if you need encouragement.

If God has a S&TA, Rita will spend eternity enjoying the thrill of tandems. If not, we're all doomed.

Perfect addition to a business trip to Brussels! As ugly-Americans with no second language skills, and even with multiple non-jumping trips to Europe, I was quite amazed by how willingly and fluently everyone pitched in to help us in English. Very international, very professional, very safety-aware. Briefings were volunteered to us as soon as they saw us. Very beautiful. And my packer, Antionelle (spelling??) even refused to take a tip! Thank you for the memories. And greetinsg to Jody.