Even after I promised myself that I would never do it again, I did. I took my kids to the Dixie Classic fair. Wait a minute. I took out a second mortgage on my house, and then I took the kids to the Fair.
When we got there, the first ride they sprinted to was the new one – the Get Flung to Your Death ride. I think it’s real name is the Sky Flyer. It brings you up 4,000 feet in the air and then swings you around at 300 m.p.h., or something like that. As fate would have it, I was in a swing by myself. At first it didn’t seem too bad. But as it started up toward the heavens, I saw there was only a thin piece of metal keeping me from hurling to my death. And it wasn’t even screwed in well.
Then I saw the man who was in charge of the ride. I’d swear I’d seen him on America’s Most Wanted. Greatest Hits Edition. He looked rough, and crazy, and like he thought it wasn’t worth the $7 an hour he was making to keep the ride in good shape.
As the ride got up to full speed, I started screaming like a girl who has just been asked to prom. That’s when my oldest daughter yelled to me, “Dad, the ride hasn’t even started yet”. Oops. Strangely enough, the only thought that kept going through my mind was, “Would I look awkward in Depends”?
After swinging around for what seemed like 45 minutes, with bugs flying in my mouth, and praying like I’ve never prayed before, we were lowered to the ground. I stumbled out of my swing and crawled back in line. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
I guess the Sky Flyer is a lot like life…there can be moments filled with fear, but it’s also packed with excitement and joy. And in those times we think we can’t make it any further, God gives us strength and we make it through.
I’ll see you at the front of the line.