Right then, I knew he was crazy. And the idea terrified me.
But I didn't tell him no. That just doesn't seem right, for me to forbid him to do something like that.
Instead I asked him to compromise. You see, he also wants to go hot air ballooning. So I suggested we should plan to do that.
That idea and a conflict on the day the group traveled out west to jump made him give up the diving idea, for now at least.
Then, when were in Wisconsin for a weekend, I persuaded him to join me in doing something I've always wanted to do, zip lining. (I think he wanted to do it all along, but he just made me keep on asking him. What a tease.)
Which brings me to sky diving. I started thinking, maybe I can do it. Maybe I want to do this. Maybe it's something we can do together. But you'll never guess what Brad said.
He said no. Apparently, I could get hurt. Oh, yes, I could die too.
I'm saying, stay tuned.
Disclaimer: Friends were worried, once some pics were posted on facebook, that this would be bad for Brad's back, but zipping is like sitting in a swing. It's smooth and virtually non-jarring.