After building up every bit of my courage, I made the decision to leap from the beet red helicopter. Slowly, the droning sound of the helicopter left my ears. I yanked the yellow and white braided rope with every muscle in my body. When I heard the satisfying whoosh of the parachute filling up with the cold brisk air, my heart nearly left my chest in jubilation. All of the feeling rushed back into my numb legs. Staring down at the ground I estimated there would still be another five-hundred feet to drop. Below me, the cars appeared like ants running around frantically. As beautiful as the everything looked I almost wished the ground was closer because the heavy and uncomfortable bright orange suit was starting to really annoy