We might get letters… A horizontal wet venting leap of faith
I’ll admit it, when I was in college I did some stupid things — just like all college kids tend to do from time to time. Compared to most college students, I was pretty reserved. I didn’t party that much, I didn’t drink, and I didn’t participate in the fraternity system. However, that doesn’t mean that I was not prone to poor decision-making at times.
On one particular fall day a large group of friends and I headed out to a local lake to spend the day on the water. This lake features some very tall cliffs that overlook the lake, and some of my less sober friends thought it would be a great idea to jump off the cliffs into the water. Here is where my poor decision-making comes into play. Remember when I mentioned that I didn’t drink? That came back to haunt me. When it was my turn, I leapt off the cliff, fell for what seemed liked forever, and landed … badly. Being the only sober one to jump, I was the only one who got hurt. I guess inebriation helped the body absorb the impact better. Long story short, I ended up at urgent care, walked gingerly for three weeks, and eventually required corrective surgery. I also developed an intense fear of heights.