My Heart Stopped At 150 Feet, But My Dad Thought I Was Faking

To please his new boss, my dad forced me to go bungee jumping during our mandatory corporate retreat.

I have a congenital heart defect.

Standing on the platform, a hundred and fifty feet in the air, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an iron fist.

My legs shook. I tried to back away, but the instructor grabbed my harness and shoved me right to the edge.

"A grown man, scared of this? The female intern just jumped without even blinking."

He looked at my trembling body, his mouth curling into a sneer of pure disgust.