ALL IN. THE RISE OF MATT MCGILLIVRAY
7am. 140 metres above sea level. Matt stares into the abyss that stretches out below the bridge, heart racing. Adrenaline pumping. Cars drive past, slow down. hoot and flash their lights to make certain he isn’t a jumper whose life has run into a cul-de-sac. Matt shuffles closer to the lip of the bridge, toes over the edge. No turning back now. But then he sees it, and it changes everything. A subtle rustle in the foliage far below. The wind has changed direction. The risk of the slightest draft could prove fatal. Sometimes stepping away from the ledge takes more courage then throwing yourself over it. Matt knows this. Beneath the quiet demeanour lies a highly calculated individual who is always prepared for quick changes in life’s events and the environments that hold them. The rustle in the trees below stops. Besides the heavy thump of Matt’s heart, it’s dead still. He counts himself down, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and throws himself into the hands of gravity - a force that sucks him down to earth at a rate of 9,8 meters per second. He gains control of the fall and throws out the pilot chute - the air catches and immediately deploys the main parachute. Matt enters a gentle glide and steers himself to a
