November 21, 2018
He’s ready to make the leap of a lifetime
PHOTOS BY TONI CASHNELLITop, Bill Bresser, Michelle Viacava and Tom Speier are suited up; above, the freefall begins.BY TONI CASHNELLI
You fall from an airplane two miles up and plunge to the ground. What could possibly go wrong?
Undaunted by this prospect, friar Tom Speier is making his first parachute jump. “It’s on my bucket list,” he explains. And he’s not getting any younger.
At 86, Tom is not the oldest person to do a tandem jump with Start Skydiving at the Middletown (Ohio) Regional Airport. “The oldest we’ve had is 94,” says Office Manager Ashley Sauter. For some, a jump is a quirky gift for a birthday or Christmas. “Most tell me it’s on their bucket list.”
Tom is probably a good candidate. He is innately curious, which led him to study Biology and travel the world leading Franciscan Spiritual Direction Programs for 18 years. (Once you’ve stared down a Black Mamba snake in Zambia, skydiving is nothing.) And he loves sports of all sorts.
Hearing of Tom’s plans, Provincial Minister Mark Soehner wished him luck. Vicar Bill Farris asked if his affairs were in order. Today, Nov. 4, Tom is at the airport filling out a form labeled “Agreement”, a euphemism for “Waiver”. It includes phrases like “assumption of risk”, “release from liabilities” and “covenant not to sue”.
Somehow he talked Province Nurse Michelle Viacava into joining him. Here to show solidarity is her friend Bill Bresser, also scheduled to jump. “I have a bucket list to do a pilgrimage walk,” says Michelle, who would just as soon be elsewhere. Tom told her, ‘You’re supportive, so you’re going with me.”
Diego Guitierrez checks the lines while re-packing parachutes for the next jump.
The rookie jumpers cross the wind-whipped field to a staging hangar to “get geared up,” as Ashley calls it, then stop to look as people point. In the distance, parachutes float from the sky as gently as milkweed fluff – a lovely sight.
Inside the hangar, Diego Guitierrez gathers the unfurled parachutes to re-pack canopies, safety-checking rigging for the next flight. “You have to make sure lines are in proper order, there are no holes in the canopy and the fabric is out of the way of the lines,” he says, which should reassure Tom, Michelle and Bill.
Fitting the harness for the jump
“They’ll call your name when they’re ready,” Ashley had advised, so eyes are fixed on a digital board flashing the names of the next jumpers. While some pace nervously, Tom chats up the staff.
PHOTO BY START SKYDIVINGTom is first in line to jump.
To preserve the experience for posterity, Michelle and Tom have each purchased a “media package”. A videographer will record their pre-jump jitters, accompany them on the plane, jump alongside, then shoot the freefall and landing. Recording an intro to the video he asks, “Who here is the most frightened?” and Tom and Bill point to Michelle.
Top, pulling the ripcord; above, the walk to the planeTom CruiseTop Gun
Tom says he is prepared for this “because of all my travels around the world. This is nothing compared to Victoria Falls” in Zambia, where bungee-jumping is popular. He had the chance to try that, too, “but I backed out of it when I found out a woman did it the day before and her neck snapped.” Yikes.
There is basic instruction for jumping – more like falling – from the plane. Partners will signal when to fold arms, and when to bend knees. The free fall lasts about 40 seconds before they deploy the chute, and the descent time depends upon the altitude.
The videographer records the suited-up trio. “Is this your first jump?” he asks. Tom nods. “It’ll make you young,” the guy assures him. There are jokes about tangled cords and failed parachutes, then they all come together for prayer or supplication.
Brian WoolfendenLady LibertyPHOTOS BY START SKYDIVINGTop, touching down; above, he lived to tell the tale
“We’ll go up to 11,000 feet today,” shouts Brian. “We’re usually at 14,000, but it’s a little chilly up there today.” (The temperature drops 3.5 degrees for every 1,000 feet you climb.) Chutes are deployed at around the mile-high mark.
Instructors strap themselves to jumpers, who will “wear” them like oversized backpacks. “Two minutes,” Brian yells to the back of the plane. The cabin door slides open and cold air rushes in.
As Tom and his teacher scoot to the edge of the door, their videographer bails first, ready to capture the action. They topple after him, then things move quickly. Soon it’s Bill’s turn, and Michelle’s, and in a matter of seconds the plane is empty, bouncing from the buoyancy of a 3,400-pound weight loss. In the distance, parachutes burst open like blossoms.
The plane descends as jumpers on the ground emerge from heaps of crumpled parachutes. Michelle is ecstatic. “It was great. I loved it. You felt free. It was beautiful. I’d do it again.” Bill says he was thinking about “doing everything right” on the way down, ‘holding my head back, pulling my legs up” for landing.
Tom, who looks a bit green, admits to feeling airsick and wishes he’d brought Dramamine. As a result, “The free fall was kind of a blur,” he says. “But I liked coming down and looking around; the foliage was beautiful.” The highlight was an aerial view of the AK Steel plant where his father used to work.
As the three trade stories, Tom is planning his next adventure. “I’d like to do a zip-line,” one of those downhill plunges from a pulley attached to a rope. After you’ve survived an 11,000-foot fall, how hard can it be?
PHOTOS BY FRANK JASPER, OFM
“One of the best” is how President Tom Burke described the Oct. 28 Open House at Roger Bacon High School, which brought in the largest number of prospective families they’ve seen in five years. “Thanks to the nine friars who came,” he says. “The brown robes made an impression on people.”
Detail from The First Thanksgiving by Jennie Augusta Brownscombe, 1914.When I was in first grade or kindergarten, we learned the great story of the Pilgrims and Indians, who after a successful harvest decided to celebrate the God who saved them from starvation with a feast. Most people would bristle at this story now, as we’ve come to understand the longer history of exploitation and cultural genocide that was part of European expansion. Still, there was some truth about this moment for those who landed at Plymouth Rock and celebrated a three-day banquet in 1621. And for a child it was a good story that fostered values of diversity and gratitude.
I remember making my first card at the direction of our teacher. She encouraged each child to fold a piece of manila paper in half, then to trace their hand on that folded paper. Eventually, we put on a beak, turkey feet, and the multi-colored feathers where our small fingers were traced. After writing some sentiment from the board thanking our parents, we had achieved our first Thanksgiving Day card! I was very proud to bring that home to my parents, and surprised to find it as a treasure in my mother’s hoard of childhood items years later.
Thanksgiving means many things this year. I am mostly grateful for God’s grace that supports my very being and living and keeps giving. I receive forgiveness, encouragement, and genuine peace from God through the different sides of our relationship: Deep Friend, Lover, Way Maker, Jokester, God. I can’t even begin to name it all. And of course, I still hold the primal relationships with my family as dear: parents, siblings, step sisters, spouses, children, grandparents. And for this incredible vocation as a friar minor—the journey continues! Friends and acquaintances make my life rich.
Counting blessings sometimes helps me realize that I can’t count them all. It moves me to live in a world where there is abundance, where sharing what I have is possible. When I’m in an emotional space of fear, it’s because I’ve taken my eyes off of how God is working in my life. When you’re overwhelmed by fear you become possessive and see others as competing for the same limited resources. Grateful living helps me see that God is giving what we need and more! Life is more effortless, and I can be more generous.
Let’s really celebrate this Thursday of Thanksgiving. Let’s feast on the goodness of God, and that crispy turkey, sweet potatoes, potatoes and gravy, rolls, green bean casserole and pumpkin pie. It’s the beginning of The Banquet where diversity and gratitude reign.
– Mark Soehner, OFM
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