The raindrops trickle down from the peak of my forehead, dance across my eyebrows, and finally take the leap down the 400 foot drop. Adrenaline surges through my veins. Soaked jungle trees completely surround me and pouring rain beats away at every inch of my body, like I am enclosed in the belly of a tsunami. The light Honduran air entraps me while the wind whispers and sings to me in a cold whistled tone. The zip line stretches across the gaping 400 foot drop and I cannot seem to locate the end of the line. I manage to latch my clip onto the zip line with my trembling fingers. My muddy, drenched clothes drape off me and feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds. The only place I can seem to find security is in my harness that is fastened a little too tightly around my thighs.
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Whistling down the zip line, tree leaves hit my outstretched arms and simultaneously form a collection of green leaves in my clenched palms. My body takes the sense of flying as freedom now surges through my veins. All of my distilled fear has escaped through every pore and replaced with a sense of success and joy. As I travel down the bend of the line, I see the ending. In a total state of flight, I march through the air to my destination. My feet hit the wooden platform on the tree and I come to a halt. My fingers clench to the chocolate brown bark of the jungle tree. I peer my head up to look through a hole in the leaves of the trees to see where I started. As I glance back at the lone platform and gaping drop, I see nothing but success. I conquered the zip line in spite of all the fear I originally contained. Looking back at that moment, I knew what personal success felt like when it was
Whistling down the zip line, tree leaves hit my outstretched arms and simultaneously form a collection of green leaves in my clenched palms. My body takes the sense of flying as freedom now surges through my veins. All of my distilled fear has escaped through every pore and replaced with a sense of success and joy. As I travel down the bend of the line, I see the ending. In a total state of flight, I march through the air to my destination. My feet hit the wooden platform on the tree and I come to a halt. My fingers clench to the chocolate brown bark of the jungle tree. I peer my head up to look through a hole in the leaves of the trees to see where I started. As I glance back at the lone platform and gaping drop, I see nothing but success. I conquered the zip line in spite of all the fear I originally contained. Looking back at that moment, I knew what personal success felt like when it was