Bungee jumping: (n) the sport of leaping from a height while secured by a long nylon-cased rubber band from the ankles
Generally speaking, I have to have three reasons to proceed.
You may think I’m overly cautious, but it has prevented me from pursuing trends, fads and “hip stuff” which was later proven to be either erratic or deadly.
So when I see the word, or phrase in this case, “bungee jumping,” I put this idea into practice.
I start looking for the two reasons not to do it. And just to be fair, I search for the three reasons to pursue it.
Let’s look at the three reasons I might want to take a flying leap:
- To impress people with my courage
- To see firsthand how strong these bungee cords really are
- Gee whiz–forgive me. I’ve run out of positive reasons.
Now, let’s look at the things that might prevent me from strapping on:
- I have a rubber band tied to my feet. Now, I personally have viewed a little girl putting her pony tail together, applying a rubber band and seeing it break in her hands. Here’s my thought: if a little girl can break a rubber band in her hand, they may not be reliable, no matter how thick and sturdy they appear.
- This was difficult, because ten different objections wanted to take the second position. But after careful consideration, I decided on:
Bungee jumping is head-first.
So not only are you relying on a rubber band to sustain your weight from what would have to be considered a fatal fall, but if it doesn’t, you’ve decided to confirm that your brains are bashed in first.
There are some folks who think they are superior because they’re daredevils.
But keep in mind … at least half of the word “daredevil” is a reference to Satan.