Bungee Jumping Off A Crane In Montreal

Standing at the edge of a 12-storey crane, I felt petrified. In this estimated two minute period, I observed a disconnect between my mind’s will and body. I willed myself to go on the count of three, but my body was frozen in place. Tense, hunched body. Trembling hands held onto the side bars for dear life. Shaky breaths.

One second later, during freefall, this paralysing fear deleted itself, as if it never existed in the first place. Before I knew it, it finished. I was eager to repeat it. That’s usually how it goes - facing fear and realising the outcome is more desirable than anticipated. Or at the very least, it's not as awful as imagined or believed.

Once I took flight, fear dissipated. Take flight in your life; you never know what may come of it.