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14,000 Feet

  • Writer: HG
    HG
  • Jul 31, 2016
  • 2 min read

14,000 feet is the hint that I gave to my family and Facebook friends when I told them I was going to do something exciting. I have never had a bucket list, nor have I ever created something that entails all of the things that I want to do before I meet my maker. Monday, July 25th, I woke up and decided to go skydiving.. I read some Yelp and Google reviews about the places closest to me, and reserved a spot on the plane for that following Saturday. The most popular question I received from the reservation lady, friends, co-workers, and fellow skydivers was "So, why are you doing it? Why are you jumping out of a perfectly good plane?" As I was continually asked this question, I couldn't come up with the answer to it. I have no reason for rebellion. I have no reason for adrenaline. I have no list to check it off of. I did not need an adventure or "wake up me". I didn't want to prove myself to me or anyone around me. Someone even asked me if I had a bad breakup. To be honest, I didn't have a reason that Saturday, nor did I have one on Monday. I just did it. But.. people want answers, so I guess I have to tell them something...

If someone is searching for the meaning of life, they'll spend hours wasting time.. or maybe spend dangerous amounts of hours jumping out of airplanes. To be clear, I was not searching for the meaning of life.. 14,000 feet in the air did not give me a discovery of myself or my purpose. If you ask me how skydiving was, I'll tell you it was just a different angle of God's creation. In the minute of free fall, there's a point where you just get to "hang", and look around without any movement. The only thought that I had during my skydiving adventure was to thank the Lord for giving me the view to enjoy His creation. Silly, right? Maybe.. but maybe not.

Through my day-to-day journey through this life, I want it to be filled with showing the world the love that fills me. Whether skydiving or keeping my feet on the ground, I want to show the world around me the real purpose of this life.. which is found in one man only. Somedays I'm going to wake up and want to climb mountains, some days I'm going to eat my weight in queso and talk with friends. No matter what I'm doing, everyday is just that, "a day". Maybe I can show others in the way I live everyday how blessed we are to simply enjoy the time we are given to spread love, even in just one day.


So, why did I go skydiving? My purpose wasn't to test my faith, to test myself, or to test my Lord. I guess my purpose was to be thankful for another day. I look at the day I jumped out of a plane at 14,000 feet as just that. Another day.

 
 
 

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