IT TAKES a certain kind of person to jump off from a perfectly good airplane. You either soar flawlessly to the utmost heights of the blue sky (much like Jonathan Livingston Seagull) or drop to earth and meet instant oblivion. You are either very courageous or utterly crazy. I was both!

April 1, 2019 was going to be my 67th Birthday — and I wanted to do something extraordinary — and I did! I jumped off a plane in Queenstown, New Zealand. They call it SKYDIVING.

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