Look here Ma, that durn POKO has started up a blog on this here internet thingamabob.
BillyBob, have you done finished milking the cows? You know reading that tripe POKO writes wont get the chores done!
Okay Ma, I'll do my chores now and read the blog after I feed the pigs. That durn POKO, he's always up to something...






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Came to life: on December 31, 2004 23:59 PM      Not a journalist, but highly opinionated

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These People Are Nutz
There are many things in life I would not attempt. Jumping off a bridge with a cord attached to me is one that comes to mind. Going over Niagara Falls in a barrel is another.
But today's post is about people who jump out of perfectly good airplanes - these folks are totally bonkers!
The following is compliments of Deans World and its entitled

"The Single Most Empowering Moment Of My Life"

As we all go through life, we usually have certain moments that crystallize things for us. Some years ago, I had a skydiving accident. It changed me fundamenetally. The story of that accident is recounted right here.

But you know, that's a lie. That wasn't the incident that changed me. It was something that happened after that that changed me. But to understand that moment, you have to read that story, so click the link about and read it.

Now, what really changed me? It was this:

About six weeks later, after I was mostly healed, I went back to the drop zone. And sweating, pulse pounding, I put on a parachute, and got back into an airplane. We flew back up to around 10,000 feet (almost 2 miles up). The door flew open and, crawling on my belly, I crept up to the doorway and looked down. They asked me if I wanted to spot the drop point, and I did, giving a thumbs-up when I thought I was ready to drop. Then I clambered up onto the stair hanging off the wheel of the plane, and grabbed onto the wing strut. Then I let my feet dangle, hanging on for dear life, as the jumpmaster looked at me.

I looked at him, then looked down. As I looked at the ground almost two miles below me, I thought, "if you do this, you're going to die."

Seriously: I had already broken my back. Literally broken my back doing this.

The blast of the propeller in the front of the plane blew into my face, and I thought to myself, "Okay, then I'll I die. But I won't let fear control me."

I let go. And after 30 seconds or so in free fall, I opened my chute and landed. It was the best landing I'd ever had.

I jumped three more times after that. If I could afford it (it's an expensive hobby) I'd still be doing it now.

I think everyone should have a moment like that. I was 27 years old, and almost 13 years later, I still think of it as one of the most important moments of my life.

Have you ever had a moment like that? Not that you have to have done something so death-defying. But have you ever had one of those wonderful moments where you faced all your fears, and you stepped forward anyway?

Everyone should.

I rest my case.

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