Not dealing with a full deck of cards....

By nature I'm not a gambler.  But as my late husband and I agreed upon before we were married, less-than- mediocre is better than mediocre.  And I believe I've maintained that attitude. 

When our daughter was but a year old and I was teaching glider flying I found myself putting on a parachute as a prerequisite to flying high performance sailplanes.  And in some instances helping students put them on.  Trouble is, teaching what one doesn't know is not very effective.  So a group of us decided we needed to make a jump. And we did.

The kicker was we took the training one day, it got too windy, they sent us home and then two weeks later we showed up again.  They outfitted us, loaded up the plane, and OMG - bombs away, not to mention the breath I didn't even catch until long after being back on terra firma again.
Thus the title of this husband, Carl,  shook his head ( he was a private pilot in single engine planes and gliders who got me into aviation to begin with) and said "Anybody who jumps out of a perfectly good airplane is not dealing with a full deck of cards!"

Some may agree with his silent assessment that I had a screw loose to do take that leap.  But conventional was clearly not on either of our radar screens, and I hope it may never be.
Wearing a 'chute in New Zealand

Maybe two years later I was asked by the Soaring Society of America to attend an international glider flight instructor symposium in Amsterdam, with just a couple of instructors from each of several countries.  One of the main topics for discussion was the problem of sailplane pilots needing to exit their flying machines when an emergency occurred (as in the plane could no longer be controlled - parts like wings and tail appendages falling off due to improper rigging, or a bump between planes had taken place).  After either opening or jettisoning the canopy, they unstrapped the safety belts that secured them in the cockpit, and unwittingly, also the straps of their parachutes.  Then they pushed themselves up and over the cockpit and left the plane without the chute, and thus without any chance of survival.

Cute instructor I flew with in NZ

 Now, all these years later I feel like I'm jumping feet first into this small and humble writing endeavor.  I decided feet first is better than head first since I've seen too many folks dive into oceans, lakes, pools, without the slightest clue of what lies in front of them, and the results have not been pretty.
The once 1 year old daughter w/ her flight instructor and the mom in NZ

My risk in doing this?  Maybe more of a damaged ego than an appendage.  Worse yet, the horrid feeling of regret.  But the fun should outweigh the risk.  Anything YOU want to risk?  Need a jump (how ironic) start? Face the perceived risk down.  Do avoid the regret.

Live richly,  marilyn


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