13,000 feet in the air after the crazy fear comes a zen moment

The rational me was shaking his head, yelling and screaming at me, “why do you need to jump from 13,000 feet up in the sky?” “Thats what 9,000 feet looks like,” Jonas said softly in his weird European accent.  “Are you okay?”  I was peering over a wide open space, a hole in the hullContinue reading “13,000 feet in the air after the crazy fear comes a zen moment”

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