I don’t think this happens to many of us: Waking up and realizing, “Oh, I’m floating in the middle of the sky at 6900 meters above ground. What now?” Well, Ewa Wisnierska’s story is incredible. Paragliding in England, she endured being sucked into a storm cell, and floating unconscious for 40 minutes, just to wake up mid-air, ice covered and falling. Yes, falling!
How she made it to firm land alive is another adventure, but for 40 minutes she survived lighting, melon-size hail and gravity.
I dare any of you to try to one up this woman.
Over the weekend I went camping to Joshua Tree and almost choked on a piece of chicken. How do I compare near-dead experiences with some one like Ewa? In the scale of “I almost died yesterday” stories, she is that elusive 11, right up there with, “I got eaten by a whale once.”
This got me thinking, “Is one’s dead comparable to one’s life style.” I mean, if one lives perilously, does said one deserve/merit an exciting dead. Steve Irwin, for example, he went out not choking on a piece of chicken. He’d have been pissed.
My good friend, Emily, says that there is a logical way to go for the likes of Jim Morrison or Hunter S. Thompson. They go mysteriously or with a bang.
I don’t want to hang the boots just yet, but the day I do, I hope it isn’t the most ridiculous, absurd occurrence.
So, just read on. One of these days I may electrocute myself writing a blog entry.
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