Coping With My Fears
Itís mid July, 1996 at Ft. Benning Georgia. I was with the 101st Airborne Division; our motto was "Death From Above" and for a very good reason. Some of my worst fears were put to the test during an intense three-week training program for the Army.
I had jumped out of planes before from much higher elevations. I was practically a certified skydiver before I even considered
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The worst thing was that I was the third person from the door so I could see the trees whizzing by on the ground. The wind was blowing hard and I was soaked in sweat. It was so humid and muggy. GO! GO! GO! I watched the two soldiers in front of me fly out the door and I was right behind them. My parachute opened and I landed successfully. I had conquered my fear.