With a harness and bungee rope secured to my chest and waist, I stood on a tiny platform that jutted out off a long huge bridge, 160 ft over the breathtaking Callaghan Valley in Whistler. I hadn't felt this kind of fear in a very long time yet I knew I would jump. I knew I would jump even though I was the first jumper of the day ahead of everyone. And on the second countdown with an audience watching, with both arms finally raised by my sides, I leaped off that bridge.
And I'm alive again.
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