The recent ‘mini heat-wave’ has got me reminiscing about one of the greatest days of my life to date in June 2010. Perhaps it was being a James Bond fan that made me interested in skydiving but it was something I had always wanted to do. I was eagerly awaiting my 16th birthday so that I could. But, if my dream was to come true, I’d have to organise a jump prior to the spinal rods being inserted in my back. I decided that I’d raise money for
seems as they were the Arsenal Charity of the Season and they’d done so much
for me since diagnosis. Great Ormand
Sunday 4th April 2010 was the big day. Or was it? Technical issues with the plane meant that it was postponed. The new date was Sunday 18th April 2010 but again it was cancelled, this time because of Volcanic Ash. I began to think it was never going to happen as Sunday 16th May 2010 saw poor flying weather. I had a cut off point of when I could jump as the doctors advised me to allow a few weeks between the skydive and my op. Meanwhile, I had a bit of a scare with my heart, probably stress and anxiety, but the heart specialist gave me the go ahead.
Finally, on Sunday 23rd May 2010, the weather was impeccable and the jump was on. There was no going back. The butterflies intensified but the beautiful sun and incredible blue sky done a lot to calm my nerves. After being strapped up, it was time for a miracle as Wheelchair Boy walked onto the plane (with a lot of assistance). As I sat down, it dawned on me what I was actually doing. The plane door slammed shut (oh no, there isn’t one mum). I waved at my family before the plane sped down the runway and began to climb up into the sky.
To be continued…
Bye for now!