Why teach?
Many years ago, when I watched some gliders run down a hill
and get flight, I was so excited to see this. I had been a paratrooper in the
Army and always wanted to fly again. I reached out to the skydiving community,
but they wanted to charge me extra for my bad static line Army habits and charge
my little brother less. I thought screw you guys. WTF? I’m a paratrooper, wtf
could you teach me about jumping out of an airplane? (hehe, I had no idea back
then).
I bought a wing and a harness, and no reserve. I rode a jet
ski to Catalina Island on the 4
th of July in 1989 with my wing on my
back. I had no lessons except for watching my buddy Brian fly. I crashed that
Sunday and was paralyzed for a couple of months. I told myself that if I recovered,
I would do everything possible to make sure NO ONE EVER felt that pain I did
and that I would devote my life to teach people to fly paragliders without the
suffering I had endured.
Thirty-five years later and hundreds of students later I
fulfilled my mission. I also spent many years since 1995 launching and rescuing
paragliders when no-one else wanted to. As of 2021, I have successfully rescued
over 175 pilots and two fatal recoveries. John Clifford died in a river in
Pemberton that I found, and James Oroc (Aka Kiwi) we found in Eureka, NV last
year. Closure is an amazing life spirituality. It’s good for the living.