Where were we? Oh, yes. Ashley was standing at the top of “Walk the Plank,” terrified and backing away.
Out of nowhere, Ashley jumped.
She splooshed into the cold water below. The crowd went wild. I was screaming with excitement from up top. Dena leapt next! I was the last one down!
I did a crazy and funny arm flap on my way down. No one saw it. They were all too busy helping and cheering on Ashley. I was more than okay with that. I’ve learned long ago that those dedicated to helping others are often forgotten or unseen, and that it’s a fantastic place to be. It was Ashley’s moment. I had long, long ago crushed my own fears of jumping from high distances into water. Nothing made me happier than knowing a bit of what she was feeling in that moment.
It was only when it was all over that Ashley confessed her mind was a giant mess of goo. She couldn’t understand or hear anything that any of us were telling her. She couldn’t hone in on any of our advice. No one there taught her or told her how to do it. She had to dig inside of herself and find her own way to do it. She pictured her daughter in the water below, needing to be saved. And it was all the motivation she needed.