Somewhere between 600-1000 feet up in the air.
Suspended by a parasail wing (like a parachute).
Teethered to a moving speed boat.
With a birds eye view of the beaches, hotels, ocean, clouds, sun, and more.
I had always thought of myself as afraid of heights, but I guess it turns out I’m really not.
It was calm–peaceful up there–like sitting in G-d’s very hands.
Before we went up, I asked my daughter if she was scared.
She said to me: “No Dad. I am fearful of G-d. He is all powerful. But I have faith that He will protect me.”
I appreciate her faith and adventurism, but while encouraging her to learn new things and have fun, I also caution her to be careful and use good common sense.
I guess that’s the balance in life that I strive for and that I try to teach my kids–push yourself past your comfort zone to learn and grow, but not too far that you fall on your face (or in the ocean)!
In the end, it is probably my wife and kids that challenge me to be “more”–they’ve gotten me to do things that I never thought I would–and this was one of them. Believe it or not, blogging is a close 2nd! 😉
Anyway, we’re already talking about (and looking forward) to the next adventure–please G-d it will be wonderful as well.