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No Net

  • kara082
  • Oct 3, 2012
  • 1 min read

We will breathe the air at 10 000 feet for those who cough at ground level.

At 11 800 feet I could see my breath. My lungs were not clouded, my body about to become as weightless as my breathing; each foot we climbed in altitude for someone on the ground below us fighting to inhale.

I tumbled from the plane head-first in a blur of fear and gratitude. I embraced every second of free-fall, each lung-filled gasp of life, beauty, and sky.

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I turned 25, three years longer than the life-expectancy of someone living with Cystic Fibrosis.

They say man can’t fly - we just leapt out of a plane, and lived.

They say there is no cure for CF- we just need to take a different leap until then.


 
 
 

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