ACEs: Lived, Not Learned
This was the day I flew across the sky in Florida.
The first picture captures the moment before — standing on the platform, strapped into the harness, heart racing. The second picture is the follow-through — the moment where there was no turning back.
My son Eugene helped strap me in. He was standing right there with me on the platform. My other children, along with my grandchildren, were on the ground looking up. Every one of them had their eyes on me.
Once the harness was on and I said I was going to do it, I understood something clearly: this wasn’t just about fear. It was about responsibility.
I was scared — but I was also being watched.
They were watching how I respond to fear.They were watching whether I back out.They were watching whether fear gets the final word.
In that moment, I wasn’t just making a choice for myself. I was modeling how to move forward when fear is present.
So I went.
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ACEs: Lived, Not Learned
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