Reader\'s Digest - 04.2020

(John Hannent) #1

a recurring vision of myself reaching
out in panic as we exited the plane
and fastening on to the door frame or
a strut with a viselike grip fueled by
fear, pulling the Cessna off-balance
and risking everyone’s lives.
All I could do was stay limp and
trust Barry to get us in the air—
actually participating in our exit from
the plane was beyond me. I felt him
rocking back and forth to get our mo-
mentum up, heard him yell some-
thing, but I was deep in my own head.
Then we rolled out of the plane and
into space.


Barry had urged me to keep an eye
on the Cessna as I somersaulted out
of it. Watching the plane appear to
fall away from you when you were
the one plummeting was, he as-
sured me, one of the coolest parts of
a jump. But I had no desire to watch
the earth and the sky spin around
me. I kept my eyes shut hard until I
could feel that Barry had stabilized
us in free fall.
I felt him tap me on the shoulder,
then again, and yell something in my
ear, and I peeled my hands off the
harness handles and thrust my arms
out wide like I was supposed to. I


tried to think about arcing my body
into a slight bow: feet together, head
up, my belly pointing the way down.
I stared at the ground rushing up at
us, and suddenly I opened my mouth
and spoke for the first time since we’d
started the flight up.
“Holy ——!” I yelled, and the wind
seemed to tear the words out of my
mouth to make room for more. “Holy
——! Holy ——! Holy ——!!” A small
part of my brain noted, amazed, that
I could even hear myself, could even
produce audible speech, with the
force of the air roaring by me. (Later,

I would learn that we had reached a
peak speed of 101 miles per hour.)
I screamed those same two words
over and over through our entire
37  seconds of free fall. Once I got
started, I couldn’t seem to stop. My
voice got hoarse, my throat raw. I
kept hollering. Dimly, over the sound
of my own swearing, I heard Barry
say something about our chute, and
then a force seemed to pluck at us
from above—not a hard jerk, but now
my feet were dangling below me and
I could feel my weight pushing down
on the crotch straps of my harness.
I stopped yelling. Barry reached

ONCE I GOT STARTED, I COULDN’T SEEM TO
STOP. MY VOICE GOT HOARSE, MY THROAT RAW.
FOR 37 SECONDS, I KEPT HOLLERING.

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