How I Finally Became a Better Tandem Instructor

It is my fourth skydive on Oct. 25, 2014. It is unusually warm for late autumn; the air is soft and the light is mellow. My student—who was so afraid before we took off—is now extremely excited. We land, I disconnect her from my rig, she hugs me and kisses my cheek. I am deeply moved, as always when my student and I have shared a fabulous experience. I want to get up but am sprinkled with loads of confetti, then hugged and congratulated. I fight hard to hold back tears. I had deliberately landed next to a group of a dozen fellow skydivers who had become friends in the last few months.