At 2,500 feet, my jump partner flairs his canopy causing it slow down rapidly. I entangle with it and he cuts away. Unable to fly a ball of nylon effectively, I impact a cornfield breaking my pelvis, back and neck causing instant paralysis. As I lay waiting for help, spinal shock begins to set in paralyzing my diaphragm and breathing on my own becomes impossible. Rescue breathing is performed as I lose consciousness. Paramedics arrive and I’m med-flighted to UW Hospital in Madison, Wisconsin where I awake days later after surgery and begin life as a quadriplegic. It’s taken me four and a half years to be able to watch this video.
Edit: I did deploy my reseve; it’s the blue ball of nylon tangled in my lines.”
I’m never going to go skydiving, ever. My sphincter contracts like a boa constrictor if I climb up a ladder higher than two stories. Make fun of me if you will, but I’m perfectly happy down here where the ground can only hit me from 5 feet, 10 inches away… Fine, 5’8″. Oh, that reminds me… (more…)