Hello, thank you so much for joining me today for Give Him 15.

The title of today's post is Get Back Up.

I was riding high, literally, around 200 feet high.

As a matter of fact, parasailing in Acapulco.

It was in the early 1980s.

Back when I had more guts than brains, Cici and I were on the last day of a short vacation

in this tourist hotspot.

I had been watching others parasail the entire time we were there, seeing boats

pull individuals from off the beach, high into the air, and across the beautiful water. Airborne

adrenaline junkies would soar effortlessly for 10 minutes, enjoying their freedom from the bonds of

earth. Then, amazingly, the boat would make a quick turn, and the sky rider would be whipped back

over the beach to the amazement and cheers of us less adventurous spectators,

they would land softly on the sand and accept everyone's applause. They didn't even get their feet wet.

Incredible. As a young man, I had often wanted to parachute. Actually, I had

wondered what it would be like, it's closer to the truth. But I was smart enough not to try it

before getting married. Cici then asked enough not to try it before getting married.

Cece then asked me not to, which became my face-saving excuse not to jump out of an airplane.

Maybe parasailing would satisfy my curiosity, I thought, as I watched.

Logic prevailed, however, and I decided I wasn't quite that curious.

Then Cece spoke up. That looks pretty awesome.

As you may know, young males have an overwhelming need to impress the ladies in their lives,

demonstrating fearlessness and their ability to rise above any challenge. Oh, it doesn't look that difficult. I replied in my best matter of fact.

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