The Academy - The Drop (2)
December 12, 2001
“I was so not made for this”
" Just do it." These words came from my instructor, my mentor, John.
Liza looked from the wall’s ledge at the 20+ foot drop into-well that was it, into what? What lied beneath the darkness that was night? A few seconds passed by as she pondered the outcomes of thrusting herself off a 20+ foot wall. Lets see, usually at the bottom of a wall, there is ground, unless that’s what they want me to think.
“I’m losing my paitence Liza, jump now, or be owned by fear.”
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. “Fear is weakness” I thought to myself as a gust of piercing wind threw me off balance. The next thing I knew I was falling.
I woke in the care unit at the Academy. That wasn’t the first time that I had gotten myself thrown off a wall, but I promised myself, it would be my last. For this month anyway.
I was six years old when that happened, and trust me , I have done a lot of growing up over the past nine years.