On Tuesday, August 9, 2011 I had
the honor of crossing something off my “Bucket List” a lot earlier than
expected. It was my decision to
deliberately jump out of a “mechanically-sound” plane at the rate of 100 miles
an hour at a height of 13,000 feet.
Thanks to the expertise of the staff at Skydive the Ranch in Gardiner,
NY…I gently glided into the arms of the community waiting for me down below.
It is easy to brag about one’s
intentions to go skydiving. All it
takes is a phone call to a skydiving facility and constant Facebook postings reminding
people of the looming day. But the
trick is to not flake out or make it almost impossible to cancel one’s jump
without facing consequences. I
chose to publicize my jump to the community as well as the media and accept a
$2,500 grant from Anderson Center for Autism to sponsor my event. But there was something else driving me
to keep the date aside from fear of being digitally “tarred and feathered” as a
coward on Facebook.
Like so many schoolchildren of
various abilities, I experienced too many nights of staring at the bedroom
ceiling wondering if the day coming up would be worse than the day that just
past. Most of the eccentricities
“provoking” the abuse revolved around a case of Asperger’s syndrome, which is
the mildest and most misunderstood form of Asperger’s syndrome. During my many speeches to middle
school students, I remind my audience that I have not changed too much. I am still as “weird” as the day is
long. Also, most of my life has
revolved around failures. My life
has dramatically changed and people are much more likely to request an
autograph these days than accuse me of being a psychopath. But it took nearly three decades as
well as a published book with Penguin Group (USA) to see things dramatically
change. I will work tirelessly to
ensure that someone will not have to go through these extremes in order to
experience better days.
My jump was widely publicized as
an anti-bullying event revolving around my campaign, “Someday Has to Be
Today.” I wanted to do something
that rages against the well-meaning, public service announcement encouraging
young people to just hang in there and that things will get better. Our intentions should be to create
mercy in the present because only two more years of abuse seems like a lifetime
for the average child.
You are probably asking yourself
the question that everybody wants to know. What does skydiving have to do with bullying? The answer is simple: Absolutely nothing. And this, my friends, is the whole
point! The chances of getting killed
in a skydiving accident are 1 out of 150,000 and only 24 people have been
killed this year worldwide. The
statistics revolving around bullying are grimmer with many more than 24
individuals giving up hope in the worst way possible. With these realities in mind…it was relatively easy to jump
off the face of the earth as opposed to going back to those precarious middle
school years.
As human beings, our natural
instincts of self-preservation prevent us from stepping out of a plane with
nothing between us and the ground over thirteen thousand feet below – except a parachute that will hopefully
deploy as soon as you pull the ripcord.
Various scenarios enter one’s mind that probably won’t happen, but
could. The tandem instructor could
accidentally hit the back of his head on the edge of the plane and fall to the
ground unconscious with me chained to his back. I frantically fumble to find the ripcord, as the ground that
once seemed so far away is growing more visible by the second. There is also the fear of hitting a
bird with such deadly force that its beak burrows into my brain. But I just repeat the rare statistics
and know there is absolutely no turning back. The large door to the plane opens and the panic begins. A flying plane is not supposed to have
any open orifices!! The man in
front of you yells out a sickly-dry, “See ya!” and jumps out of the plane. Skydiving takes what is natural and
turns it upside down, which is the ultimate catalyst for fear.
It is difficult to describe the
sensation of skydiving mainly because it is indescribable. But it is the closest one will ever
come to shaking hands with the heavens.
It feels like you are flying as opposed to plummeting at over 100 miles
per hour with enough composure to make amusing (but appropriate) hand gestures
in front of the camera. I also
mouthed, “I love this!” to the camera man who was also falling with me and the
tandem instructor. The chute opened
as I shot upwards like a torpedo from the shock of deployment. Seconds later, I was floating toward
the ground for a soft landing while helping the instructor steer the
parachute. Or maybe he was
steering it. I don’t remember all
the details except a feeling of comfort and knowing everything would be all
right.
I appreciated all the families
and bullying victims who came out to give a voice to their anguish. It took an exorbitant amount of courage
to tell your personal stories for the sake Keep checking YouTube for my skydiving video in
October by typing “Jesse Saperstein” on the search engine. Always remember there is an enormous
difference between having to fight a little harder for a chance compared to not
having much of a fighting chance.
My jump and prior accomplishments occurred not from heroism, but when
others took the time to understand there is more to me than meets the eye. Always remember that when you take
another look at misunderstood individuals…you may give them the power to
fly. Furthermore, I am not
suggesting you also jump out of a plane unless you have your mother’s
permission, which you probably won’t.
But try to find your own unique way to become heroic and give others the
chance to do the same.
