“There are three diseases in Panama. They are yellow fever, malaria, and cold feet; and the greatest of these is cold feet.” — John Stevens
Last year, I wrote about the time I went skydiving. I surrendered to the fear, I said, and jumped.
But that’s only part of the story.
I didn’t do a solo dive. I jumped with a guy. His name was Dave. He was an experienced diver. He was the one who packed the chute, who opened the door to the plane, who yelled, “You ready?”
He was the one who threw me out of the plane, with me attached to his stomach.
I was thankful that he was there. Without him, I can’t imagine finding the courage to jump.
I’m wondering now: How many steps are there in our lives that we couldn’t do alone? How many journeys are there that demand a partner or a mentor?
We all like to think that we’re strong enough to go it alone. But with the right team behind us, we’re capable of so much more.
Together, we can reach for the skies – or, with the proper equipment on our backs, jump from them.