I’m the youngest in the family, and many of you may think that youngest kids are the most pampered and spoiled in the family. Well, yes, sometimes that’s true (make it more than sometimes), but it has its drawbacks too.
I was diagnosed to have Mitral Valve Prolapse six or seven years ago. It’s a abnormality in the left valve of the heart that instead of completely closing when the heart pumps blood, the leaflet stands a little ajar making some of my blood flow back.
Put my condition and my family rank together, and you’ll get an overprotective father. I love my father very much, in fact, I’m a daddy’s girl, but sometimes he goes just a tiny wee bit overboard in protecting me. He prevents me from being stressed out and I’m thankful to the Heavens because of it. He does the sweetest lil things and most of the time he gives me all I need and want: food, gadgets, clothes and much more. However, there’s this one thing, I’m sad about: he doesn’t permit me to ride a Ferris wheel, a roller coaster or any ride that has an adrenaline rush or heights. He thinks it’s bad for my health, but I haven’t even heard my cardiologist mention it.
Spilling the Beans
This could have gone unnoticed except that I love to try these things! I’d always fantasized about flying, and these rides are the next closest thing to flying (except for a plane ride, of course). Since I’m a little hard headed, I tried these without my beloved father knowing.
I know I’m guilty of disobeying my father, but I’ll forever regret it if I let the chance of riding pass when I still have the strength and vivacity to do so. And so, I did ride. I rode the Ferris wheel, the rollercoaster, and other adrenaline-filled amusement rides. I had also tried the zipline, just like my co-author, Elmer, did. I did the Edge Coaster and the Sky Walk in Crown Regency Cebu, and I thought that was the most daring thing I would do in my entire life.
But that was before I knew of THE PLUNGE. And to give you a pea-size idea of what it’s like, just imagine yourself free-falling with zero-gravity, an adrenaline rush that makes you forget breathing and heart beats all at once, and a fast-as-lightning drop that makes the world blurry all of a sudden. That’s the very thrill you get when you jump on a 200-meter canyon with only a rope to hold your fragile existence.
The Ride of a Lifetime
I had no fear not even a trickle of it. I was determined to do the plunge and submit myself to a tiny precious moment of being in the free air. I felt like an angel free-falling from the sky and that rope was my salvation. For a moment or two, I yo-yoed on the rope while the operator prepared to haul me up. For a moment or two, I enjoyed appreciating the beauty of nature on top of the giant trees and the raging river. For a moment or two, I believed I could fly.
My father might, sooner or later, learn about this (especially if he reads my blog); nevertheless, I have no regrets because the plunge was indeed the ride of a lifetime.