So this is happening...

For anyone that knows me I am not a good flyer, and the thought of falling from any height is enough to make me reach for the Vodka bottle. Undoubtedly my greatest fear, the shakes are starting already!

Recently, on a slightly inebriated evening with my good friend Vicky Abbott we discussed fears and limits. Vicky is easily one the bravest people I know, having lived with Crohns disease for several years, under gone a stoma operation (can't remember the technical name) and now has a bag fitted for life, multiple organ failure and pretty much anything else going. Some might say a medical marvel at 25 years of age. 

Yet, she still drinks me under the table every weekend, tackles every challenge head on, and is pretty much the poster girl for many stoma related charities. She's even training to run the London Marathon next year.

So, I came to the conclusion that if Vicky's unshakable bravery when the odds are stacked so highly against her can't inspire me and raise money for new hospital equipment to help research and treat Crohns, then nothing will...

But there is the small matter of falling 13,000ft from an aircraft with nothing but a man and a glorified sheet between me and a Wiley Coyote splat!

As Vicky would say "Either build a bridge or just jump off it!" 

So here goes, please dig deep for this worthy cause. If nothing else you can have a good giggle at the thought of me screaming my head off!

Thank you for reading my story.

Danii x