No, no, it wasn’t me.
It was Meryl Evans.
To celebrate her blog’s eighth birthday, Meryl vowed to jump out of a plane if readers donated $5,000 worth of stuff to give away.
Five grand–she figured she wouldn’t get anywhere near that much stuff donated. So she thought she was pretty safe. After all, a mom of three kids shouldn’t be jumping out of planes, right?
At first, it looked like Meryl would be able to keep her feet on the ground. Then at the last minute, she received a donation that put her over the line. She made an appointment with Skydive Dallas to jump on June 20th.
She breathed a sigh of relief and dismay when the weather forced her to delay the jump. “Oh great,” she told me, “More time to be nervous.”
And then she got cold feet.
Yesterday, she sent me an email. “I’m not sure I am going to do it now,” she wrote. “Technically, I didn’t get the $5k worth of prizes by June 1. And hearing some stories just made me want to stay on Earth.”
That’s ok, I reassured her. Your readers will understand.
Hell, I understand– I’m a mom of three kids and the thought of jumping out of a perfectly good airplane gives me the willies. It would be fun, yeah, but going splat–that would hurt.
Well, what do you know, she jumped.
And she survived to tell the tale.
Meryl, girl, you rock!