Timmy and I ranked the adventures of our excursion in four categories: intensity, excitement, physical exertion, and nausea. You might be surprised by some of our responses.
I spent a quick thought about what a job that must be to hang off a 63-story ledge and take pictures of people like me. Then I was falling.
Stupid, no. It’s calculated risk. Like a Brett Favre throw: if he threads the defenders, it’s gutsy skill; if it’s picked off and taken to the house, he’s a careless gunslinger.
I hope that, as I grow into adult-size courage through spiritual direction and life experience, my childish stunts in New Zealand might make me deliberate less and do more.
Who knew there were more than a dozen different songs out there respectively titled, “Parachute”?
Hopefully the DVD we put together will compensate for the holes in our blurting storytelling and will guide the imaginations of those we leave behind.
It’s a lot to brag about in advance. Part of me likes that it will force me to the courage to do what I’ve theoretically wanted to do for years.
So, somewhere in there, I came upon New Zealand. And through a series of eliminations, I determined the only traveling companion who would work was Timmy.
Copyright © 2012 Ryan George
