“Time to let go!”
Let go? I was holding on to the edge of a 25-story building.
Letting go was the last thing I wanted to do.
“It’s okay,” my trainer told me. “The rope will hold
you.” That’s the same thing he told me during the training
session. My toes pressed onto a four-inch concrete ledge. I
was hooked to harnesses and ropes that were supposed to
ensure my safety. I glanced down.
The people on the ground were ants. My parents and a
whole group of friends and other family were somewhere
below cheering me on. I reeled, squeezing my eyes shut.
By Christine Sherman, as told to Molly Pennington, Ph.D.
A cancer patient sees fear in a new light—while
hanging from the top of a skyscraper.