*We Salute you Steve White*
Steve Proudly Served in the U.S. Air Force as a
Munitions Specialist · Jan 1982 to Jan 2003 · Lackland AFB
COURAGE|GUTS|DETERMINATION|TENACITY
Steve's skydive, 10 years after ALS symptoms started.
Please Follow Steves ALS Journey via his Blog: http://alsbytes.com/
"Once we got inside, we gathered for the safety briefing, given by my tandem instructor, Noah, a US Army Golden Knight Parachute Team member. How cool is that? After the brief, Dan, Chris and Jack were suited up for the first launch, around 11 AM. We went out and watched them coming down, and even though Dan had a somewhat hard landing (most tandems come in sliding on the instructor's butt), I could see from the smiles on their faces this was a memory of a lifetime!
Back inside we go for our suit-up, and I don't know how she did it, but Cindy [wife] liked to turned me into an inside-out pretzel to get me into the "Michigan" jump suit. Meanwhile, Noah is busy trying to figure out how to secure my arms and legs so they wouldn't beat him to death on the way down. He had to fix it so my legs would stay bent back during the free-fall, and then released to straight for the landing. Don't ask me how, but he pulled it off. My high school friend Jack Rickman happened to have his Air Force flight suit, so that's what he wore, being a retired C-5 pilot.
Once they man-handled me into the plane, we were seated against the rear wall on the floor, me leaning back against Noah. We were facing the ends of two rows of bench seats that were already full of jumpers; Shane, his instructor and photographer, Jack Rickman, his instructor, his photographer, plus a few others we didn't know. So just in the back of the plane, we were I believe 13 people, and you'd never guess the plane would carry that many. The jump door, right beside us, was clear plexiglass, so we had a great view on the way up. Once we reached 6500 feet, a couple single jumpers made their exit. A female MP from Ft. Bragg did a back-flip on the way down.
The higher we climbed, unfortunately, the more difficulty I had breathing, almost to the point of panic. The guys started loosening my chest and belly straps, which thankfully helped. By the time we reached 13,500 feet, I was more than ready to be able get my breath back, and the quickest way to do that was falling at about 120 mph! Once they got the door open and my legs swung around, we were out the door before I knew it. I know I opened my mouth to get a deep breath at that point, because I must've half-swallowed a bug. I didn't know it until I was on the ground, and started coughing and wheezing. By the time we got back to the suit-up shack, I started kind of gagging on it, until it finally went down. I'll never know what it really was, and that's just fine with me.
Looking back in retrospect, I'm so very thankful to have been able to do it, and wish we could've had more visibility and awareness raised, but I just thank God for the opportunity. I'm just glad we cleared that hog farm pond I saw on the way down!"
Thank You Steve for Sharing your AWESOME Story|You Inspire Us ALL!