Last night, I met a nice gentleman from Morristown, Tennessee who is wanting to sponsor a Praise & Harmony workshop for many denominations in that area.  The only time I have ever been to Morristown that I can recall, was the time I learned to fly a powered parachute.



Several years ago, I tracked down an instructor who was qualified to teach me to solo in a Buckeye powered parachute.  After minimal ground school and instruction, I was thrilled to be soaring (almost floating) about the countryside on my own.  It felt more like a go-cart with a propeller in the back.  I felt very safe, because in the event that the engine failed, the vehicle would  merely float down.



When I was closer to the ground, I felt no fear at all.  However, after climbing to a pretty high altitude, the fear hit me.

I still don't understand how I can be afraid of heights, but enjoy something like this?  We have a friend who climbs television towers and that prospect horrifies me!  I have never been on a zip line, but it sounds like it might be scary for people afraid of heights.  However, for the most part, I felt very safe and secure  piloting that Buckeye Powered Parachute.