this is the sad story of a man who wanted to live his dream of skydiving. He wanted to go out and soar so badly that he even bought his own parachute. But, as so often happens in life, other things got in the way. Work, a girlfriend, school, finding a house, getting married, having kids. suddenly the time had gotten away from him. He no longer had any use for a parachute, and though it pained him, he decided to sell it. As he was inspecting the old, unused parachute he noticed a small red stain, probably a bit of wine or some tomato sauce spilt on it over the years. he laments he was unable to use it, but puts up a short, yet concise, ad for it online.
this is the sad story of a man who wanted to live his dream of skydiving. He wanted to go out and soar so badly that he even bought his own parachute. But, as so often happens in life, other things got in the way. Work, a girlfriend, school, finding a house, getting married, having kids. suddenly the time had gotten away from him. He no longer had any use for a parachute, and though it pained him, he decided to sell it. As he was inspecting the old, unused parachute he noticed a small red stain, probably a bit of wine or some tomato sauce spilt on it over the years. he laments he was unable to use it, but puts up a short, yet concise, ad for it online.
ReplyDeleteI thought he just got murdered right before he jumped out of the plane.
DeleteOne small red stain... thats a deal breaker breh
ReplyDelete