"Dylan, are you sure you want to do this", asked my dad looking at me from his seat.

"You only live once right, as I chuckled. "Are you ready", screamed the instructor. "Hell yeah", as the sun beamed on my tan skin. I stepped on the launch pad that read," Dive at your own risk". The bald man put his hand on my shoulder and shouted," ready, set, Go"!

There I jumped out the plane feeling the morning breeze flowing through my brown smooth hair. "Dad, You got to jump out, screamed me floating in the atmosphere. "I'm coming hold on" yelled him. As I was falling, my eyes closed and all I saw was the ocean, hearing the wave's crash on the beach. "Old man, you still haven't…... then I heard guns bursting in the air. When my eyes lit up, my dad was staring at me knowing what would happen next. "Dad, jump", yelled me. It was too late when a bullet struck him in his chest sending him flying out of the aircraft. Then I knew what would happen, my dad would die, my mom would become broke, and someone would die because of me, but I couldn't let that happen. He was falling fast trying to catch every breath he could take. I started to soar through all the wreckage that was falling. I knew if I made a mistake my life would change forever. A smile broke unto my face as my hand was so close to reach; I stared at his brown eyes knowing I saved him, until a explosions broke from afar as it pushed me and him from each other. The parachute opened pulling me up. "Dad"! My dad and I were super close so when I was that close to saving him I broke down. As I began whimpering, I noticed that my parachute was ripped; I knew that I would fall and probably be found on the side of the road. I just closed my eyes and ejected, my hair flew up, and my body was loose. I wasn't afraid of dying: I was really scared if my dad survived

My mom said they found me in a nearby tree in central park not knowing if I was dead. They put me in surgery for nearly the whole summer, but when I woke up. The first thing I said would haunt me forever, "Did my dad survive" and I remember the doctor looking at me in worried. "Did Andrew Powers survive" asked me again demanded answer.

Time passed; first I was at my dad funeral, then the next month trying to commit suicide. I just wanted answers, why was I the lucky one, why stupid ole me. I was angry at everyone but drastically myself. Praying to God was just useless. My mom I wouldn't even talk to anymore, she would just want to talk to me but I figured out I didn't need her at the time. One question still just bounces of the side of my head, what kept me alive, a wise man said" If you're given a second chance, then you better make it count". That guy was my dad.