Waiting on the edge of the bridge, looking for someone to help me on my journey. My feet are tied tight by the rope, with nowhere to go but down. My heart is racing and I can feel the nerves running through me faster than my blood flow. I begin to wonder the reality of my existence, and the affect I want to have on the world. I want to live a long life, have a big family and be able to love and support them unconditionally. My thoughts however are disrupted by the instructor telling me to move towards the edge of the plank. I waddle over with my Siamese legs trying not to take an extra step, and preemptively meet my doom. As the tall strong man counts down, I think about my life up until this point. My parents and siblings who I love so much, the friendships that I cherish, the laughs that I’ve had, and all of the great experiences and accomplishments in my life this far. But before I can begin to think of what my future holds for me, I spread my hands without hesitation, and soar like an eagle into the empty sky.