MidReal Story
Skydive Beyond Limits
Scenario: I pulled out my skydive gun, pull the trigger and teleport 2 million feet into the air
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I stood on the edge of the plane, looking out at the vast sky that lay before me.
The wind roared in my ears, and I could feel it against my face, almost as though it were beckoning me to come and play.
It was a sound I’d never get tired of, one that made my heart race with anticipation and my stomach fill with butterflies.
Sarah was standing beside me, her blonde hair whipping around her face as she breathed deeply and adjusted the straps on her skydiving gear.
She was a cautious person by nature, while I was more of a jump-first-and-think-later kind of guy.
Mike was the same way and had already made his jump, his muscular form becoming a speck in the sky as he plummeted toward the ground.
We’d all met in college, where we’d all taken up skydiving as a hobby.
Some people golfed or played tennis; we jumped out of planes.
But for us, it wasn’t just a sport; it was an addiction—a rush we got from freefalling that we couldn’t get from anything else.
It was more of a lifestyle than anything else, a way for us to escape from reality and feel alive in a way that was impossible on solid ground.
Sarah shot me a nervous look as she checked her altimeter one more time, and I realized that I was bouncing up and down on my toes.
“Are you ready?”
she asked, her voice high with excitement and nerves.
I tried to keep the impatience out of my tone but knew it was hard to hide.
I wanted to be up there with them, going headfirst into the wind and plummeting toward the ground.
I wanted to feel the way my heart lifted into my chest as it tried to keep up with my body, and the way my stomach seemed to want to leave my body behind.
“It’s time to jump!”
The pilot of the plane gave us the signal, and Sarah nodded at me before stepping away from the edge of the plane and leaping into the sky.
I watched as she did her signature backflip, her body twisting and turning in midair.
It was a move that came as naturally to her as breathing, and one that I’d always been envious of.
I’d tried it myself, but somehow it had never seemed as easy as when Sarah did it.
When she was sure she was stable, she opened her parachute and sailed through the air.
I watched as the air caught the canopy and billowed it out, slowing her descent.
It was incredible, how quickly the chute could open and turn a plummet that would have ended in certain death into something graceful and beautiful.
And then she was gone, leaving me alone on the edge of the plane.
I pulled out my skydive gun, pull the trigger and teleport 2 million feet into the air
I took a deep breath and leaned out of the open door, my arms at my sides as I looked out at the sky.
The ground was still so far away, but it was getting closer by the second.
The wind tugged at my jumpsuit and hair, pulling me toward the earth.
It was time.
My mind was clear as I stepped off the edge of the plane and dove into the sky.
I flipped headfirst and spread my arms and legs wide, feeling the air rush past me as I fell.
The adrenaline surged through my veins as I plummeted toward the earth at breakneck speed, but my mind was calm.
Years of diving had honed my instincts so that when I was up here, nothing else mattered.
Everything just seemed to click into place, and I knew exactly what to do without having to think about it.
I watched for any sign of Sarah’s parachute as I fell, but there was no sign of her yet.
She’d jumped first, but I’d trained longer than she had and would probably catch up with her soon.
I felt Mike’s presence beside me and gave him a nod before turning my attention back to the sky.
He nodded back at me and mouthed something I couldn’t hear over the sound of the wind.
I tried to make out what he was saying, but it was impossible to read his lips with the wind roaring in my ears.
I gave him another nod and turned my attention back to the sky just in time to see Sarah’s parachute open.
She tugged on the strings and released them, catching the air and guiding herself toward the ground.
She was always so graceful in the air – I had no doubt that this jump would be just like any other.
I opened my own parachute, and the canopy billowed out above me.
I tugged on the risers and swung myself around so that I was facing the ground.
I sailed through the air with the greatest of ease, feeling like I was on top of the world.
But then I saw something out of the corner of my eye—a flash of yellow and white against the deep blue of the sky.
I turned to look and saw Sarah flying away from us, her parachute billowing out behind her.
She was moving fast—too fast.
She tugged on the risers again and again, but nothing seemed to slow her down.
And then I saw what she was heading for—the ocean far below us.
“Shit!”I yelled, but no sound came out as I tried to dive after her.
There was no way we’d be able to reach her in time—she was falling too quickly.
She was going to hit the water hard, and there was nothing we could do.
My heart raced as I watched her plummet toward the ground, knowing that if she didn’t get control of her chute soon, it would be curtains for all of us.
My mind worked furiously as I tried to figure out what to do.
If only we could get to her in time…
Then I saw Mike out of the corner of my eye as he dove toward Sarah, his arms and legs spread wide.
He reached out to grab on to her lines, but he couldn’t quite catch up.
He opened his own parachute then billowed out above her, trying to use his body to block the wind.
