Ever since my parachute jump, I’ve occasionally basked in the kudos and even sometimes awe from friends and acquaintances, like Facebook and extended family. Even my college daughter’s boyfriend was impressed. Or said he was.
I don’t especially seek it out, but I don’t mind and I’m not above subtly working it into a conversation, like in response to a rote greeting like, “So,what’s new?”
I was in my spinning class and talking an acquaintance who is becoming a friend. He’s gray-haired but a few years younger than me, and in great shape. We usually park our exercise bikes next to each other. Ask about work, weather, sports. You know, the cautious way guys develop a friendship.
Anyway, I worked in the story about the jump, and he said “Wow.” Then, “Your first time?”
And I said yeah, and asked if he’d ever done it. “Yes,” he said matter-of-factly, “when I was in the army. 48 jumps.”
No basking for me that time. But I appreciate the fact that he didn’t scorn my accomplishment.
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