Fear We were due to jump at 3pm. The intensity of it all was building up. I had never jumped solo before.

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Fear We were due to jump at 3pm. The intensity of it all was building up. I had never jumped solo before. It was going to be...fun... ...The plane ride to maximum altitude, pressure building, sweaty palms, shaking... ...The door opens...instructors shouting...jump. The wind was painful against my face, the skin being pulled back from my face, skull emobossed against it. My instructors (Jake and Ryan) were falling with me, to keep me “safe.” Jake tapped my shoulder, the signal that I should pull my chute. I grabbed the rip cord, and pulled it with all the force I could...this was a mistake. I had been instructed before to just give it a gentle tug...the cord snapped off. My parachute had failed. This is when the panic kicked in.
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All the training I had received, gone. My mind drew a complete blank. I was looking around desperately at Jake and Ryan, while the earth was hurtling towards us rapidly. Ryan tilted himself forward, causing his whole body to move forwards in the air, moving towards me. He pulled a cord on my parachute, so as to activate the emergency chute, something which had not been explained to me, as they didn’t see the point, it usually works...The emergency chute failed. Nothing appeared. This was when my heart was in my throat, no parachute, freefalling, I was dead. At that ...

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