Not My Time
By Gary Pacelli
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A hardened Detective discovers his faith through three almost fatal accidents and one murder attempt on his life. As he fights his way back from being a quadriplegic, he finds the meaning of life in the process.
NOT MY TIME tells the story of the amazing life of the author Gary Pacelli and the incredible adventures
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Not My Time - Gary Pacelli
Chapter 1
I was terrified that the squirrels and birds would peck at me, get inside my suit, and eat me alive. The only comfort I had was knowing that at least I wouldn’t feel it.
March 9, 2021, was a beautiful, bright sunny morning in Raeford, North Carolina, just as it had been the day before when I arrived at Skydive Paraclete XP. Spring was in the air, and I was excited to jump at a new drop zone. I had been the only Fun Jumper
there, and it was obvious that I would not be jumping unless other jumpers showed up. This was my first time at Paraclete. I was unsure of my surroundings and their style of doing things; everyone was professional and pleasant, and the drop zone was immaculate; I was impressed.
I earned my skydiving A
license at the end of the 2019 season. I spent the entire year of 2020 traveling up and down the east coast with my two jump buddies, Sam Kidstar and Big Rich, and Paraclete was my 11th drop zone to visit. I managed to complete three-hundred-thirty-two jumps up to that point safely. Three-hundred-thirty-two is a small number of jumps; with that number, I had acquired enough knowledge and skill to do some damage if I wasn’t extra careful, and I wasn’t!
I grabbed my gear and entered a hanger that I thought was for fun jumpers; it was for a group of Army guys out of Fort Bragg that had contracted a plane for the day. I am still unsure of what their jobs were in the Army. I assume they were Special Ops because on the side of their rigs were the letters SOC, which stands for Special Operations Command. No matter, after introducing myself and speaking with them for a little while, they invited me to hitch a ride on their plane.
I explained that I had recently finished my ground school and supervised jumps for wing suiting and that I would be practicing my wingsuit pattern upon exiting the plane. They were cool with that and told me to get out last and deploy my canopy a little high to make sure I made it back to the DZ. I did six jumps that day and met some great people, which is precisely why Skydiving is so awesome. The community is so tiny that wherever you go, you usually run into someone you know, or you meet new people and run into them somewhere else. It had been one of the best skydiving days I have ever had; now, let us get back to where this part of my story begins, March 9, 2020.
As I said, the Sun was bright, not a cloud in the sky, and the winds were perfect. Fun Jumpers had shown up; I should explain what a fun jumper is for those that don’t know; it’s precisely what the name says it is, a skydiver that is not a student, instructor, or military, a skydiver that jumps, for fun.
This day I would be wing suiting; I began to suit up but had this uneasy feeling; the wingsuit was too tight, I felt rushed, and I couldn’t pinpoint the source of my anxiety. I couldn’t put my finger on the cause, but the feeling kept gnawing at me. I have felt this feeling before, I’m a retired Detective, and I used to call it my Spidey senses. As I continued to suit up, the feeling grew, I considered taking myself off the plane, but my pride and arrogance got the best of me. I had nothing to worry about; I could handle anything. I have a reserve parachute. I’m Min Diesel.
What could go wrong? I’ll explain Min Diesel
later in my story.
I boarded the plane first since I was getting out last and took the 15-minute ride to altitude (around 13,000 ft) with the uneasy feeling growing to the point where I heard in my mind the voice.
The voice we mostly ignore because we write it off as fear; it’s not fear. Some say it’s your training, and others say it’s the Universe or God. Call it what you want; it should not be ignored, and hopefully, by the end of this story, you will know what I believe the voice
is. The voice in my mind repeatedly told me, Don’t jump; ride the plane down.
I ignored it and watched the light by the door turn red; the door opened, the green light went on, and the first jumper checked the spot, set up, and exited.
It’s on now, the last chance to ride the plane down. Nope! I get to the door, spot, and exit. Now when you wingsuit, you exit the plane with your arms close to your body; you want to wait a few seconds before you spread your arms and pressurize your suit, so you don’t catch the propellor wind and hit the tail of the plane. I exited perfectly when my suit caught air; it made me do a gentle back flip and put me into the perfect body position. It must have looked like I meant to do it if anyone was watching. I followed the pattern I had practiced the day before, and my first unsupervised wingsuit jump was going great.
I have this! This was going awesome. The suit was too short for me and made me fly on an exaggerated head-down angle which meant that I was going super-fast for my 3rd wingsuit jump. Beep, beep, beep,
my helmet altimeter begins to beep at 6,500 ft, time to slow down and deploy my canopy. I reach back, grab my pilot chute, and deploy my main canopy. I immediately realize that I probably should have slowed down a little more, and then POW,
my canopy goes fully open; instantly, it almost sounds like a gun firing, my head snaps back, and I hear this sickening crunch sound and then it feels like someone turned a switch off. I felt this electric charge run from my neck to my toes as my body went limp. The only thing I could move was my head, and I had a little movement in my left hand. I was at around 4,300 ft, totally paralyzed; I could not grab my toggles which meant that I couldn’t steer or slow down. My first thought was, No way, this isn’t happening
I gave it a few seconds hoping that the feeling and movement would come back, but it didn’t.
I suddenly knew I would die and had the next five and a half minutes to think about it.
Chapter 2
Now, five and a half minutes is both a long time and a flash, it’s a long time when you know you’re going to die, and you think about how it’s going to happen, are you going to get impaled in the trees or drown in a lake, on and on. I died about 1,000 different ways in my mind, but it is a flash when you realize that it is all over in five minutes; after about thirty seconds, you come to terms with it, you give up, accept your fate, and you think about everything you’re going to miss and everything that you would do differently. When they say your whole life flashes before your eyes, they aren’t kidding. I thought about my wife, Kristin, and my two kids, Chase and Madison, and my two dogs, Gunner and Whiskey, and the best word to describe how I felt was sad, a deep sadness for everything that I would miss and how the world would move on without me.
All this happens fast, then slowly a fire begins to burn inside you, and sadness turns to anger, then anger turns to fury, and I decided that if I were going to die, I would die fighting. I was going to die like a warrior with my sword in my hand. The one thought I couldn’t shake looking out into the vast forest around Raeford and thinking that I was going to get hung up in a tree, alive, paralyzed, and no one would be able to find me, and the squirrels and birds would peck at me and get inside my suit, and eat me alive. The only comfort I had was knowing that at least I wouldn’t feel it, I guess.
I couldn’t shake that thought, but I recently took a canopy course given by a skydiving legend named Kaz Skeekey. She is a badass, she taught me how to steer my canopy using my body weight, so I at least had a tool in my toolbelt, and I was determined to make it back to the drop zone. I began rotating my head and gaining enough momentum to make wide 360-degree turns.
Your mind can be your worst enemy; the thought kept creeping into my head; the other voice
; it was strong. Ditch it, ditch it into the trees. Get it over with; even if you survive, you are still paralyzed. That’s not living. Your wife and family don’t deserve that!
To be honest, it didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time. I was in a bad position; if I managed to make it back to the drop zone and survive the inevitable crash landing, I would still have been paralyzed. I probably wouldn’t survive the landing, so I didn’t have to worry about being paralyzed just yet. During this incident, my GoPro camera was recording video and sound, which is some intense footage.
I kept excellent radio discipline during this accident and did not say a word. My Academy instructors would be proud!
Death smiles at us all; all we can do is smile back.
— Marcus Aurelius.
So here I am, around 4,000 ft above Raeford, North Carolina, paralyzed from the neck down. I found out later that I had broken my neck, a complete blowout of discs C-5 and C-6. I needed to get as close to the drop zone as possible. All I could do was rotate my head and make wide 360-degree turns, which seemed to be working; I had a few things working in my favor. I had planned my canopy opening in a spot where I knew that if I had a bad main canopy and had to cutaway and go to my reserve, the winds would float my main canopy back to the DZ, and I wouldn’t be out a parachute and around $2,500. I was confident that the winds would carry me in the direction of the DZ; I just needed to make my turns so I could burn off altitude and not overshoot the drop zone; if I could stay disciplined, I may pull it off and die close to the drop zone, talk about a rough morning!
I want to clarify; I’m not trying to sound like some tough guy and make you believe that I’m not afraid of death; no one wants to die. I certainly didn’t want to, and floating around, unable to move, is terrifying, but this was going to be the second time I was facing my death, so I was no stranger to the Reaper, more on the first close call a little later in the story.
Don’t Fear the Reaper
—Blue Oyster Cult
The audible altimeter in my helmet beeps at certain altitudes; mine is set for a basic student landing pattern; it beeps once at 1200 ft, twice at 600 ft, and three times at 300 ft.
At this point, you must realize that I was not going for any accuracy landing awards; I was looking to crash and most likely die close to the drop zone so my body could be found; the good thing is that whatever I hit or how hard the impact was, I knew that I had no feeling from the neck down, so it wasn’t going to be painful.
Beep,
1,200 ft; here we go, damn, I’m crossing the runway, I’m going to overshoot the landing zone, and I’m heading for the trees. At least they’ll find me. I hope.
Beep, Beep,
600 ft still heading for the trees, wait, I’m catching a wind, I’m turning!
I have never been very religious; I have always believed in God and tried to do the right thing, and I consider myself a decent human being.
Beep, Beep, Beep,
here we go; I’m dead in about 25 seconds; I start to think that many questions I have are about to be answered. I think and say in my mind, Jesus, please save me.
I’m not sure why I thought and said that, but it felt like I needed to, and it was the best decision I ever made.
The wind I caught started to pick up strength, and it was going to put me in someone’s backyard directly across the street from the drop zone. That wind put me into a total 180-degree turn, and somehow, I was going to land into the wind, and it might slow me down just enough to survive.
But that’s impossible; how does a wind turn you into the wind? You can’t have a breeze at your back and one in your face. A tailwind and a headwind? I didn’t care. It was working!
Oh, Shit.
I’m not going to clear the chain link fence.
Kaboom, just like the old Batman shows I love watching, I hit the fence just above my knees, it flipped me over, and I hit the ground.
Darkness, silence.
Am I dead?
I feel small.
I try to move, but nothing. I’m alive. I’m paralyzed; I’m screwed.
I didn’t know it at the time, but thirty feet to my left was an above-ground pool; had I hit that, I would have drowned. The chain link fence absorbed the impact and saved my life.
Lying there half-faced into the ground with a dark tinted visor, unable to move but alive, I thought I must have broken bones and internal bleeding. I’ll take slow, deep breaths until I die; it won’t be long now; at least I’m not in pain.
Now on the ground, the military guys noticed that I was flying my canopy very erratically and not where I should have been; they had exited the plane before me and landed quickly, they saw through binoculars that my arms were dangling, and they knew I was in trouble, so they jumped in a truck with a few staff members from Paraclete and followed me till I crash landed, they were there within a minute.
I first saw a tire, then some boots, another tire, and more boots. It was starting to set in, and my worst fear was coming true; I might survive this. I can’t live paralyzed; I’m terrified at this point. I feel like I’ve been imprisoned inside my own body.
I was exceptionally outwardly calm, I knew how much trouble I was in, and my old Marine Corps training kicked in; I embraced the suck,
no point in whining or making a scene. Nothing would change my situation, so I tried to keep my cool and do my best to keep my shit together. I started to freak out a little when they couldn’t figure out how to open the visor on my helmet; I asked them to smash it with a rock; I needed air. They figured it out, but I’m a little claustrophobic to this day.
They stabilized me with machine-like precision; they played a significant role in my survival, and I can’t thank them enough. Had they not been there, I don’t know how things would have turned out. It was another piece of a puzzle that needed to be completed perfectly for me to sit here and write this story.
Now I’m not going to use real names for obvious reasons. The people who showed up saved my life. Paraclete was excellent, and I take full responsibility for my accident; Skydiving is dangerous; it’s not golf or bowling; we know the risk; we do it anyway. So, anything I say is not criticism or meant to lessen the fact that I am grateful for everyone that helped me, and at the time, I was either very lucky or very blessed; I didn’t know which.
As I said, I was very calm, I had come to realize that I had just had a life-changing event, and I was helpless at that moment to do anything about it. I was also probably in shock.
In Skydiving, you owe Beer whenever you do something for the first time and get caught. The day before, I had mentioned to the drop zone manager that it was the first time I had jumped at Paraclete. Bingo, I owed a case of Beer, and I had it in my truck. It’s funny where your mind goes during a traumatic event; they are working on me, saving my life, and I’m worried about paying my Beer fine. That’s how your mind tries to protect itself by taking you away from the reality or urgency of your situation.
As they were stabilizing me, they needed to grab my wallet and gather my