For Christmas, Jerry and I have convinced the boys to not give us more stuff we do not need, do not want to dust, insure, store, or worry about. Last year they gave us an absolutely great cooking class. Jerry and I drank red wine and learned to make moussaka, tsatziki, spanakopita, and other Greek comestibles.
The year before that, they gave us a weekend at a Bed & Breakfast in the midst of mountain bike country, but before we could book it, some fool shot the owner and the place closed down. Lousy luck all around.
Anyway, here’s this year’s gift. Six minutes of free-fall in a wind tunnel.
My kids get it. I’m an adrenaline junkie. I love love love it when those little glands on the top floor of my kidneys pour out the stuff like tiny organic fuel injectors. Take a deep breath and grab a reference point, because baby, we’re going in.
Or up, in this case.
This has nothing to do with breast cancer. As with most things in life, apparently, you can fly with just one.
“Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31