PARAGLIDING IN THE PHILIPPINES
READ DAY 1 HERE | DAY 2 HERE
It’s Day 3 of my paragliding beginner’s course.
After 2 days of tandem flights and ground handling lessons, my instructor decided it was time for me to fly on my own, but with his assistance, through radio control.
I was scarecited that day! My heart was pounding loudly but my legs were crazily excited!
Before going up the hill, I hesitated. I felt like I couldn’t do it. I asked Pyro, “Do you really think I can fly by myself today?” Without a flicker of doubt, he said yes.
So up we went!
Here’s a drone shot of the Carmona take-off site, a historic landmark of my flying career.
To be honest, while preparing for take off, I had no confidence in what I was about to do. But Pyro was so positive, he gave me the push I needed.
One moment I was running and the next thing I knew, I was up in the air. Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!
This is what I love about paragliding, the quiet peace that comes after the take-off. But I painted the sky with my noise that morning. I was singing and screaming in delight!
I had my new friends cheering for me from the top of the hill and from the field below. The cows did not even bother.
I cannot explain the rush of emotions I felt being up there in the sky. It was a God-moment.
When I landed, I had one thing in mind… “I want to do this again”.
I had 2 successful solo flights that day.
I also had one failed launch where I crashed and murdered a banana plant. Now I know how Tarzan feels. My fall didn’t hurt at all because the harness and safety gears were made for protection.
But I felt sorry for Pyro and Rainier. It took them ages to rescue my glider. Somewhere in that photo, amongst the trees, was me. That white thing was my wing.
The day ended with a happy instructor and a happier student.
What a big difference it is to have one person believe in you, in a moment of self-doubt. Only when I watched my videos did I discover that Pyro actually pushed my harness forward to help me take off.
At that moment, I remembered my dad. Now that I’m older, I look back to the many “pushes” he had done for me that I haven’t appreciated when he was still alive. I remembered my mom and how she continually “pushes” me up to this day.
In life, nobody really flies solo. We are all products of “pushers” and “crashers”. Your words and actions can either lift someone up or drag them down into a banana field.
Be an encourager today!
Watch my first flight and hear me scream!
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