I’VE GOT A thing about heights. Put me 24 feet in the air, and my palms get sweaty, my knees buckle and I deeply regret climbing up the ladder that got me there. The flying-trapeze instructors at ...

I was standing on a platform 23-feet above the ground, leaning over the edge. “Um, what am I doing up here?” I silently questioned as, clad in a harness belt with safety lines securely fastened, I ...