A man discovers a talent he didn't expect
|I didn't realize I could fly until just a few minutes ago, when I fell out of a hot air balloon over the Grand Canyon. We must have been four-hundred feet up, and I leaned back to get a good look at a brilliant white cloud that was hanging overhead. Pretty stupid, don't you think? Funny thing is that if I'm twelve feet off the ground on a ladder, I'm afraid to look down, and I grab onto the sides so tightly my knuckles turn white. But the view from four-hundred feet up is kind of surreal, and I lose all perception of altitude.
Anyway, I'm the type of guy who knows which side my bread is buttered on. And I've always been fascinated with flight, be it bird, bat, or human. So when I found myself plunging upside down at some godforsaken speed, I didn't think twice before flapping my arms like a sparrow trying to avoid a hungry falcon. And not only did I start flying, but I swooped into a pretty graceful arc, if I do say so myself. And by tilting my arms ever so slightly, I can control my direction, up, down, left, or right.
I wonder what that commotion is on the ground. But wait. Why wonder, when I can just wing on down there for a closer look. Lean a bit to the left, tilt my head downward. Simple as that. There are a lot of people running toward something. I'd better try to stay behind them a bit so I don't scare anyone out of their wits. Closer, closer, now a bit to the right. Now I can see it pretty clearly. It's a person. A man, I think.
Oh, my god. It's me.