Pushing

Today was pretty great. (Mom- if you're reading this you will want to stop right now.) I jumped off a 25 foot bridge with some friends this afternoon. (Mom! I told you to stop reading!) It was so incredibly hot. I loved it. 97 degrees. So after church a bunch of us grabbed some lunch and headed to this beautiful area just below the mountains where you can go swimming. There was a bridge above the river and since the water was very deep-some of us decided to jump off it. The first time I went I jumped fast. I needed to prove to myself that I could do it. It felt awesome, but when I hit the water I totally forgot about the jump because it was ice cold. The water was the snow runoff from the mountains and the temperature was enough to literally take my breath away.

The second time I jumped it was much harder for some reason. I stood on the ledge for about 10 minutes. I think it was because I lost my adrenaline rush and logic set in. I started psyching myself out. "I can't do it." I said. "Sure you can." My friend Jimmy prodded. "You did it before, you can do it again." "I'm too scared now, Jimmy!" I said as I stood with my pink toes on the edge of the cement railing. After he counted down from three and up to three almost half a dozen times I told him to stop it because that wasn't going to work. Finally, after gazing down into the sparkling current below I turned my head around and looked down at him. "I want you to push me, or I won't do it." I said. "Really?!" He said incredulously. "Yeah. I'm gonna count to three and then you're gonna push me as I lean forward." I said. "Okay! That 's like a dream come true!" He said. Not necessarily to push me, but anyone. I counted to three as I leaned forward, he gently pushed the back of my legs and I fell and it was awesome.

I think sometimes in life, we all just need a little push.