Brad Guy

And I am half covered by this parachute, but I also realize as I'm trying to move my body to scramble it off me,

I'm strapped to my tandem instructor who is unconscious and we are laying perpendicular to each other.

With him being unconscious, I thought he was dead and was also convincing myself that I was laying on top of a dead person.

And on top of that, the guilt was compounded by me also convincing myself that I was the reason he was dead.

I've killed this person.

My whole family have watched me die.

Am I even alive?

It's overwhelming.

People are shocked by that, and I am as well.

I wasn't knocked unconscious, but my tandem instructor was.

And feeling my body on top of him and not being able to move myself off, it was trapping.

So my mind is racing and trying to make sense and comprehend.

So that's where I feel like, okay, this person is dead.

For some reason, I'm alive, possibly.

It's disorienting and I think your brain is trying to make sense in that moment.

The adrenaline is running.

But even like in reflection, these are the only emotions and the things I can pull out of that whole experience were the guilt and the convincing.

And I think the convincing came from trying to comprehend.

But thankfully, my antenna instructor does come to and they're also gasping for air.

I was able to grab onto his hand.