During my senior year in high school I was offered the chance to learn how to fly. In the barren plains northwestern South Dakota, between the bluffs of short pines that sheltered my little airfield I spent my Spring overcoming my fear of heights and fulfilling a lifelong dream of taking to the sky. I soloed on May 1, 1990 and I remember how proud I was when my instructor traditionally cut my shirt tail. I will forever remember those days as my bravest as I took lessons in the loudest classroom in the world.
Though extremely brief, this story was tightly written and clearly from the heart.
As a fellow fear-of-heights sufferer, I applaud your bravery. Lessons for us all in confronting our fears and growing. Thanks for sharing.