—TIME AGAIN TO FACE THE FEAR—
The day had finally arrived. Walking on the two lane road toward the Zambian border the roar grew louder and louder. The roar reminded me how far the top was from the bottom.
Fear can be a powerful motivating force. Accordingly, this day my fear had become a powerful force. Today I was motivated to conquer this fear. I choose to conquer fear, any and all fear, by looking it squarely in the face and shouting YES when my mind is screaming NO. Today would be just such a day.
The white misty cloud rising above the trees marked the line from where the roar was coming. The closer I got the louder the roar and the faster my heart beat in anticipation of what was about to come.
I had walked to the bridge the day before just to get my first look at both the falls and the place from where I planned to make the jump. Looking over the side, to view the angry waters racing down the gorge almost 400′ below—I thought to myself “what have you gotten into this time?” Now I knew first hand what I would have to face the next day.
Seeing Victoria Falls in person proved to be more impactful than I had even imagined. Rated the largest waterfall in the world, 5604′ wide by 354′ high, Victoria defies description especially when standing in the same exact spot where explorer David Livingston stood 145 years before almost to the day. The thunderous roar that engulfs you is a powerful reminder of the awsome magnitude of the world’s grandest waterfall of all.
Working my way toward the bridge I stopped at several vantage points on the Zimbabwe side facing the falls in Zambia. Each spot offered a different view of this spectacular member of the “7 wonders of the world” club. The water quietly slipping to the edge, then hurtling out into space before crashing on the rocks hundreds of feet below.
The Victoria Falls Bridge bungee jump ranks as one of the world’s longest jumps. The fact that no one has ever died making this jump was, frankly speaking, of little solace to me as I, walking alone, approached the bridge. What if the cord snaps just this once I thought as I came closer to the spot from which I would make my jump. What if…
Standing on the platform from which I would dive out into space was the most completely unnatural feelings I had ever experienced. It seemed as tho every muscle in my body was sceaming—“what the hell are you doing—get back behind the railing”. Then as instructed I arched my back and thrust myself as far as possible into my “perfect” dive.
YEEESSSS I screamed on the way down. At age 58 I had faced my fear and once again had conquered it.