Seventeen years ago next week, I experienced two words that would change my life forever; parachute malfunction.
During my recovery from the accident I wrote a book entitled, Gravity Works. It was a summary of the events that lead up to my little mishap in the sky. I put it the book on ice because honestly, it sucks. That said, here is an excerpt from chapter 7:
“I hit the ground like a just clobbered Floyd Paterson, and rebounded with the approximate coherency of Floyd the barber. I had two distinct thoughts during my first conscious moment on the ground. I began picking pieces of the damp soil from between my teeth and my mind focused on an evening news segment I had seen a couple days prior. It was footage of professional football player, Dennis Byrd, walking with his wife along the rim of their country home outside of Tulsa.”
More of this chapter to follow in next weekend’s column. And for now, there is this from Shinedown. Peace…