Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for August 17, 2018

…and how to speed write.

Splat!

It is like the gambler song — you have to know when to fold them. Hopefully, he folded it before he jumped.

“If you can read this, you’re too close… to a sudden stop.”

That’s why they invented static lines.

Oh, dear me! And i thought that the RIP cord was to pull a happy death!

If the parachute doesn’t open you have the rest of your life to try to figure out why.

“So far, so good…So far, so good…So far, so good…”

If it’s Everest and a straight drop to sea level, he has plenty of time.

Of course if you don’t skydive, it’s just meaningless information.

But an interesting metaphor for making decisions about how long one is involved in something is long enough. Life changing and not always dire

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom.

Would you pack your own chute, or would you trust a stranger’s packing job?

Next ledge down, the bears hold up a sign saying, “Don’t believe him. Read the small print first.”

Along with 42 lines of very small text.

The real secret is knowing where he gets the second sheet of paper…

If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.

If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.

It’s not the diving that kills you, it’s the sudden stop at the bottom

A long life is good fortune of random chance and timing.

I had a good friend of mine that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t convince him to go skydiving with me. He thought I was crazy for jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.

Wouldn’t those first couple signs need larger Print since the Skydiver was so much further away?

If at first you don’t succeed …

Kick the guy who talked you into Skydiving out of the plane First.

Don’t know about any rip cord, but here, pull my finger!

“If you can read this, you should have pulled your ripcord twenty seconds ago.”

“If you can read this now, you can’t read it now.”

I won’t try skydiving because I couldn’t stand the noise – me screaming!!

When I was in college, a friend of mine went skydiving. I pondered the possibility for a while, and mentioned it to my mom. She said “If you do decide to go, DON’T tell me before! Tell me AFTER you’ve done it.” That helped me come to the decision I had really preferred all along – I didn’t do it! (Before that, my dad had told me never to consider skydiving because I was too “thin and gangly” and my legs were too long. I think he did that just to try to discourage me. That helped the decision, too!)