Mike Sela

And Stefan is chill.

He says not to worry.

I am not chill.

I am very worried.

And I'm going through in my head how I'm gonna get out of this.

I signed a lot of forms.

Maybe I gave up the right to do this.

I don't know, maybe luggage doesn't even have rights.

If I don't do this, will my daughter be disappointed in me?

Or am I just gonna let peer pressure make me jump out of an airplane?

And as I'm masterminding my escape, Stefan says, it's go time, because that's how he talks.

And Parker's due to go first, so I see her and her instructor inch towards the door, and it's surreal, and the door opens, and they're gone.

My daughter, my only child, has fallen out of an airplane.

I spent 20 years trying to convince her not to run with scissors.

And now she has literally tumbled out of an airplane in front of me and suddenly I'm very motivated to skydive.

And so Stefan and I, he sort of scooches and I sort of Samsonite my way over to the door.

And then my leg is dangling out that open door and Stefan pushes us out and we are tumbling and it is windy and it is noisy and it is terrifying and we are free falling for like 30 seconds or a week or something and Stefan pulls the parachute ripcord and he's also doing his other job which is to video record the whole thing like I'm ever gonna watch this worst day of my life again.

And he gestures to me to smile for the camera, and I look up at the camera, and I go... Am I proud of myself for facing my fears and supporting my daughter and skydiving with her?

Yeah, sure, whatever, a little bit.

But am I really pleased with myself for making that stupid gag while plummeting to Earth?