Leap of…Life

Plain and simple, skydiving is all about controlled terror, and I love it.

–Lewis B. Sanborn

It was third grade when I started to have the dream of going skydiving. It started with a friend of mine who had showed pictures during show and tell one day of his skydive (who cares if the pictures were fake or not, I knew then that I wanted to jump out of a plane). When I first moved to New Hampshire in ’95 I started to look into the sport and then the worst part of life (jobs, career, etc.) got a hold of me and it became a long lost memory. Then, this past July on my birthday my mother (thank you mom!!!) gives me some cash and tells me that I should go catch that dream once again. It was then that I started looking into the sport and asking who was going with me.

As you may have read earlier, Scott had an interesting experience.  His experience was uncontrolled terror, whereas my experience was just the opposite; it was pure excitement like nothing that I had ever experienced before.

On the way to the drop zone on October 26, I was thinking of going tandem. It had been 4 days since the training, I was anxious and of course 4 days of malfunction drills going through my head I was getting more and more nervous. However, once I arrived the instructors started going over the drills, hand signals, etc. which made me feel a bit better.

The jump was a Level 1 AFF (accelerated free fall jump) from 14,000 feet; with the ripcord being pulled at 6,000 feet. This gives you about 60 seconds of free fall (at 120mph) before your canopy is deployed; once deployed you remain in the air for approximately 5-7 minutes. (Check out the USPA site for more info).

Quick word on safety. There are a number of malfunctions that can occur with your canopy, all of which you are trained for. In the event that your main chute cannot be salvaged, then you have a reserve chute that can be deployed. Secondly, in the event that you blackout, loose both of your instructors that are diving by your side and they cannot pull your chute, etc. then you have the Cypress. Cypress or “Cybernetic Parachute Release System” is a device that will deploy your reserve chute at a specified altitude if our descent rate is higher than a certain threshold.  There are other devices out there that do this, I just happened to have the Cypress on my jump.

Words cannot begin to paint the picture of the experience, therefore I’m not even going to attempt it. I will say, that it was a blast and that I will go back…I will most likely pursue getting my license and add this to all of my other crazy adventures that I do.  So, if you want to go with me, let me know a time and place and I’ll do my best to be there.

What did I learn? Well that skydiving is pure. Seriously though, I had a few procedural mistakes on the jump that I learned from.  Therefore my next jump will be even better due to my lessons learned. I also learned that I would recommend that if you have never jumped out of a plane before that you should go tandem. The adrenaline, the wind, the everything that happens to you your first time out the plane at 14,000 feet is almost overwhelming.

I’ll be doing business in San Diego this winter, so I plan on doing jumps out there as the season here in New Hampshire comes to a close this weekend. I also plan on doing some indoor training here in New Hampshire to practice my free fall techniques.

I would like to thank Scott for going with me and sharing this wonderful experience and my mom for reminding me that this was a dream of mine. Furthermore, my gratitude and appreciation goes out to the excellent staff at Skydive New England, Liz, Kelly, Dan and P. for their encouraging words, instruction, feedback and making the experience superb.

Wish you all blue skies!

Tommy Hudson is walking the earth with my eyes turned skyward while  living in Rochester, New Hampshire.

Not for the Faint of Heart

By Scott McPherson

“I was brought up as a devout Catholic. I had long since stopped believing in God. I always wondered, if things really hit the fan, whether I would, under pressure, turn around and say, you know, a few Hail Marys, and say ‘Get me out of here’. It never once occurred to me. It meant that I really don’t believe, and I really do think that when you die you die, that’s it, there’s no afterlife. There’s nothing.”

–Joe Simpson, author of Touching the Void

A few months ago my friend, Tom, and I signed up for AFF (Accelerated Free Fall) training at Skydive New England in Lebanon, Maine. The plan was to finish the training and make a “solo” jump the same day. This compared to a “tandem” jump, where you go out the door strapped to the back of an experienced skydiver.

It’s not a purely solo jump; two instructors go out with you, one holding your right side and one holding your left. Their job is to stabilize you in case you go all wobbly after the exit, and to give you hand signals to “talk” you through all the procedures you have to follow before “pulling the chord” at 6,000 feet. From that point you’re on your own; someone on the ground talks you down via the radio in your ear.

We showed up bright and early last Thursday, October 22, and after 5 hours of training and a written test, they told us the winds were too strong and that the jump was cancelled.

October 26 was a beautiful fall day in northern New England, and they gave us the green light. We were there by 11:30 and after sitting around for an hour or so they suited us up and we boarded the plane.

At this point I should tell you that I’m scared to death of flying. I honestly believed that this jump would be fun, and that it might also cure my fear. I was wrong on both counts.

The second my ass hit the bench and they closed the plane door I was gripped with fear. A voice in my head screamed, “What the f#$k are you doing here!!!???” For the entire ride up to 14,000 feet I had to take long, slow breaths and concentrate on what my instructor was saying just to keep from letting total panic overcome me. At 14,000 feet someone opened the door and a rush of air took my breath away. I was terrified. That voice was screaming in my head again.

My instructors motioned for me to step to the door. I stood in the doorway facing the front of the plane, with my right knee against the doorframe, my hands open on either side of the door, and my left leg and foot extended behind me – this was to be the first and last thing I would do correctly – with one instructor in the doorway to my rear and the other on my right, still completely inside the plane. The procedure then is as follows: take a breath, and relax. Then look at your inside instructor and say, “Inside check!” He gave me a thumbs-up. I then looked over my left shoulder and shouted, “Outside check!” The other instructor tugs on your pant leg to indicate a “thumbs-up”. Arching your back, you lean out slightly, back in slightly (as if so to say “One, two…”), and everyone steps out the door on three…

Pure terror like I’ve never known. The first thing that happened shouldn’t have happened: my left side instructor lost her grip and sailed away, and I tumbled up, and actually went belly to the sky for a second – the exact opposite of what is supposed to happen. My right side instructor, thankfully, did not lose his grip, and turned me belly down. I’ve never felt so completely out of control. The rush of adrenaline, the fear, the confusion – I had no idea what was happening, like a deer in the headlights. Except this particular deer was free-falling towards the earth at 120 miles per hour! I tried explaining it to my wife and kids later, and all I could really articulate is that it was like a moment where your mind is completely blank – but a moment that seems to last forever. I was strangely conscious of what was happening, but it was like watching a movie; I was totally detached. I felt my right-side instructor, and saw my left-side instructor free-falling right in front of me, about 10-20 feet away. I saw the horizon. But I had absolutely no control over my body. My mind could not focus, and I completely forgot everything I was supposed to do.

At 120mph you’re dropping about 1000 feet every 5 – 7 seconds. In the 40 seconds or so of free fall there are a number of things that have to happen. First is checking your horizon, then your altimeter, then your left side instructor, then your right side instructor, looking for any hand signals they might need to give you. This is called your “circle of awareness”. Then you do three practice pulls. Bringing your left hand, which has your altimeter on it, a little over your head and in front of your face – imagine the motion your arm and head would make if you looked up to block a falling tree branch – you reach your right hand back and grab the plastic ring attached to your parachute – this is your chord. After three practice runs – checking your altimeter regularly, because that needle is spinning fast towards zero – you then do a “wave off” (picture a football referee signaling “incomplete pass”), arch your back, and pull. They tell you during training that you’ll have plenty of time for all of this. I suppose that’s true, if you don’t panic.

I didn’t even start to become aware of what I was doing until 9000 feet. That means I fell 5000 feet without any conscious thought entering my head. My instructors frantically signaled for me to do my practice pulls and to check my altimeter. I did my first practice pull, but couldn’t find the handle, so the instructor guided my hand to the ring. I then did a second practice pull, glancing at my altimeter. I was already at 6000 feet and falling, so I decided to skip the third practice and started my wave off; my instructor, bless him, realized how low we were and pulled my chord for me. I’m so damn glad he did; in the confusion and panic, I’m not entirely sure I would have found the handle. (They tell you that after two failed attempts to pull your chord you should go straight for your reserve.)

An instant later I felt the tug as the canopy deployed, and I looked up to make sure it was okay (The four S’s: square, straight lines, slider down, stable/steerable). If there had been a problem with my parachute I would have had to either fix it – tugging outward on the lines if they were tangled, pulling down on my toggles if my slider hadn’t come down, etc. – or “cut away”, which means grabbing and pulling the handle on the right side of your chest that completely disconnects you from the lines. Now you’re free falling again, and have to quickly pull your reserve handle, which is on the left side of your chest. Fortunately, none of this was necessary!

My adrenaline was pumping so fast I couldn’t breathe. I desperately started looking for the drop zone, but didn’t realize I was facing away from it. I looked at the horizon, I looked at the ground. My heart was pounding. Every gust of wind I was convinced would blow me out of the sky. I grabbed my “toggles” (steering handles) and did my left turn/right turn/brake test – at this point about 4000 feet above the ground. I thought I was going to puke.

Finally the voice on the radio told me to do a 90 degree turn, and I saw the my “holding area” (the spot where you begin your landing approach, approximately 1500 feet from the ground) and slowly drifted down to it. From there gravity and a very flyable parachute did the rest of the work, with minimal effort needed from me. At ten feet from the ground they tell you to “flare” (brake) and I touched down much softer than I expected.

I’ve never been so happy to be on the ground. For years I’ve wanted to skydive, and thought it would be the most fun of my life. It was not. I was terrified out of my wits and my heart didn’t stop pounding for probably 30 minutes. I was nauseous for the rest of the day.

It was not fun for me. I don’t say that self-pityingly; I thought I wanted to learn piano once, and that didn’t work out either. Before I went up, one of the instructors told me, “I’ve talked to about 75,000 people after their first jump, and maybe two said they didn’t have a great time.” I never thought I’d be number three!

On the plus side, I realized how much I love my family. How much I love to watch movies, and play bass guitar. How much I love jazz and a good book. When I was in basic training at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri, in the summer of 1990, the Company motto was, “No one’s ever lived until he’s almost died.” I understand what that means now, more than ever.

I’ll never skydive again, I’m sure – I’ll never fly again, either – but it was certainly a learning experience. The scariest learning experience I’ve ever had.

My friend Tom? He did just about everything right, and hit the ground ready to go up do it again.

Scott McPherson is still alive in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.


Economic Stimulus Nonsense

Fellow member of New Hampshire Seacoast Liberty, Scott McPherson wrote a great essay today entitled “Economic Stimulus Nonsense” that is up on The Future of Freedom Foundation today. Here’s a brief excerpt:

Murray Rothbard said that it wasn’t a sin to be economically ignorant, but it was unforgivable to be economically ignorant while gnashing one’s teeth in righteous support of certain economic policies. The overwhelming majority of Americans who yesterday confessed economic ignorance will call you a monster today for daring to suggest that public-works projects and printing money won’t get us out of the current mess. If Rothbard was right, then America is truly a nation of the damned.

Thoughts on Crime of the Century

Jason Howard, member of Seacoast Liberty wrote the following based on a beer bust that occurred earlier during the week.

This letter is meant to address the 19 Seacoast area teenagers that were charged in connection with a Saturday  night drinking party on Oct. 10, in Kittery, as reported in the Foster’s Daily Democrat.  I would like to help these teens by giving them the benefit of my years of experience.  I would hope you consider these arrests a wakeup call on how the real world works.  You need to understand that you live in a free country and in a free country you can’t just do what you want, even if what you do does not harm anyone else.  You see, individuals do not have the right to make decisions for themselves.  Only our infallible Govt. has that right.  Our founding fathers understood this principle well.  In fact, the founding fathers overthrew British rule because King George was too far away to effectively control and tyrannize the population of the Colonies so they decided to set one up closer to home. You are ruled over by wise and benevolent masters called politicians and bureaucrats.  Their dictates are enforced by loving men with guns that will threaten you with violence or commit violence against you if you don’t do what they say, even if what you are doing does harm to no one. Alcohol use is evil and a plague upon society.  That is why Politicians and Police Officers in there inestimable wisdom never drink. The evidence of the wisdom of politicians is all around us.  Just look the fabulous condition of our roads, the high quality education of our public schools, and the amazing ability of the Govt. to control spending and reduce the tax burden on the public.  Many of you are legally adults and probably don’t understand how at 18 you are allowed to make the decision to go fight and possibly die for your govt. in the military, but you aren’t allowed make the decision to drink alcohol.  Well, I don’t know the answer to that, but the moral to the story is don’t ever disobey the Govt. or they’ll come get you.

APT endorsement announcements

The Association of Porstmouth Taxpayers has announced its 2009 endorsements.

To be clear, APT is not a libertarian group. They—I suppose I should say, we—are focused exclusively on fiscal responsibility. That doesn’t even necessarily mean smaller government; it means that the taxes collected should be used effectively and efficiently. However, they were the closest thing to an existing liberty-leaning group I could find in Portsmouth, and I hope to be an advocate for more non-governmental options there. (For example, I think that a lot of arts and sports programs currently run by the city could be done better by non-profit organizations. The programs could continue, and even improve, but be funded by donations instead of taxes.)

It is a little odd to note that, of the eight candidates running for re-election to City Council, APT has endorsed six. This is really a recognition of the zero budget increase that came through this year, whereas a more strongly libertarian organization would only have endorsed candidates supportive of actual budget cuts.

I will also personally endorse Jack Thorsen; I think he is as good or better than any of the candidates endorsed here.

The process was certainly interesting, and is a good reason for libertarians to get involved with established single-issue groups. Nearly all of the candidates appeared in person for interviews, and it was a good chance to meet and talk with most of the current members of City Council and School Board.

Our Self-Esteem President

by Scott McPherson

Once upon a time, we had this crazy notion that people should accomplish goals, and in so doing learn that they are capable human beings. The reward is an earned sense of self-worth.

Some even surmount incredible physical, emotional, and mental obstacles. All will eventually gain a sense of self-esteem, what psychologist Nathaniel Branden defines as “the experience of being competent to cope with the basic challenges of life and of being worthy of happiness.”

And, in time, the person of high self-esteem reaches for greater heights. Sometimes he fails, but that psychological foundation helps him pick himself up off the ground and move ever upward.

The person of high self-esteem and great accomplishments might even feel capable of helping others less fortunate. Here are a few examples of this kind of person: Sima Samar, an Afghani woman who, in defiance of the Taliban regime, ran schools and clinics for girls and women; Ingrid Betancourt, an anti-corruption activist held hostage for six years in Columbia; Denis Mukwege, a doctor in Africa who has dedicated his life to helping female victims of violent sexual assault; the people who run organizations like Handicap International and Cluster Munition Coalition, which are dedicated to ridding the world of landmines; Hu Jia, an anti-communist activist sentenced to 3 1/2 years in a Chinese prison; Wei Jingsheng, now a resident of the US, but for 17 years the resident of a Chinese prison.

What else do all of these people have in common? They were nominees for the 2009 Peace Prize.

Sadly, our culture long ago jettisoned the view that self-esteem should be earned, and therefore respected. Instead we embrace the idea that we must first create self-esteem, and that greatness will then follow. That’s why we dumb down learning; it’s why we view intentions as being equal to results. (Hitler, who killed 6 million civilians, is reviled: he was a racist; but Stalin, whose policies killed probably 5 times that number, is excused: he was an “idealist”.)

It’s why kids can’t read or think logically today, relative to earlier generations: they are told their failures are really successes, because to do otherwise would “hurt their self-esteem”. It’s why games often don’t have “winners” and “losers”; instead we honor participants just “for playing”. And it’s certainly why we live in a society where the sense of entitlement leads people to speak with a straight face about their “right” to healthcare, jobs, houses, food, income, and entertainment. If they are great “just ‘cause”, then someone must owe them a living.

In an Associated Press story dated October 10 (“Ulterior motives were admitted in Obama win”), we read that “The Nobel committee members made no bones about it. Helping Obama achieve ambitious peacemaking goals was their goal in awarding the prize Friday to an as-yet mostly unaccomplished United States president.”

In a rare moment of humility, President Obama said, “To be honest, I do not feel that I deserve to be in the company of so many of the transformative figures who have been honored by this prize.”

That’s putting it mildly. The United States has not begun a withdrawal from Iraq. President Obama is escalating the war in Afghanistan. The conflict in that region is even spreading into Pakistan, with Mr. Obama’s blessing. And now his administration is vamping up for a war against Iran.

“Comments from Nobel committee members revealed that they fully intended to encourage, not reward. Consider this: The nomination deadline was only 12 days after Obama first entered the Oval Office.”

There you have it: Obama will achieve greatness, if we just give him enough encouragement. Let’s not cloud the issue by actually waiting to see what he actually accomplishes; true greatness comes from those who are first told they are great. “I hope it will help him,” said committee chairman Thorbjoern Jagland. “Obama is the right man at the right time, and that’s why we want to enhance his efforts.” And so the real greatness of others is once more sacrificed on the altar of mediocrity.

During the 2008 primary season, a friend of mine said he actually got “choked up” voting for Obama. “To think, that I was playing a small role in electing America’s first black president,” he said. Let’s call Obama the Commander in Chief of Self-Esteem, a product of our universal obsession with feeling good about ourselves at all costs.

Scott McPherson is a member of Seacoast Liberty.

Reciprocity for Concealed Carry

Fellow member of New Hampshire Seacoast Liberty, Scott McPherson wrote a great essay today entitled “Reciprocity for Concealed Carry” that is up on The Future of Freedom Foundation today. Here’s a brief excerpt:

No American would for one moment consider the possibility that, once issued a driver’s license by his state of residence, he should not then be free to drive in another state. Thus, your driver’s license is valid in Virginia, even if you live in Hawaii; your marriage license and birth certificate and property titles must be respected, regardless of where in the United States you may be at any given moment.