The view from there was frightening
Some things are best done with both feet firmly on the ground. Or, at least, watched from there.
I may have a slight case of acrophobia. Nothing severe. I mean, that time when I climbed to the top of a three storey house in Charlottetown and then tried praying for rescue by the Coast Guard was once in a lifetime. It could have been dangerous, if I’d realized just how far above the ground I really was. But that’s beside the point.
After watching a link provided by a local news network, I realize that I made the correct career choice when I decided not to become a lightbulb changer in the communications industry. Specific light bulbs; the ones that go “flash, flash” from the top of really high antenna towers.
We were three, watching the video clip and holding tight to office chairs. I was not alone. We were all convinced that our jobs, however mundane, beat climbing the outside of a tower with a toolbag in tow, hooking on to available support structure.
Climbing up to the tower! to Heaven! might have a grammatically absurd title, but the video footage reminds me of how lucky I am to have a minimum of stairs to climb.
Of course, we didn’t stop there. No way. We decided to explore the wild side of tower climbing, wherein people lose all sense of safety and jump off. With parachutes, granted. But again, I felt my body rebelling against the visual clues. Not for me. I’ll go underground, if I must, but I will not get high(er) than I can afford to fall.
