There I was, 35 feet above the ground, the grip on both hands weakening, and my arms quivering.
So this is how it ends, I thought.
No, not my life. I had a harness on and was securely latched to a cable a foot above my head. This is how my son’s social life at school ended, crashing and burning in a pile of ashes as he forever became known as The Kid Whose Dad Had To Be Rescued During The Ropes Course Field Trip.