On my recent trip to South Africa, I went cage diving. Yes, you read that right. I was in a cage mere feet from a great white shark. I have a waterproof case for my camera and caught the video below. For those that know me, this comes as no surprise. After all, my Facebook profile picture is me skydiving. I honestly do not know why I do these things, particularly as I get really freaked out. I will not post the video of me skydiving, as I am literally close to having a panic attack. I think that I was not nervous about the cage diving because I have seen sharks, although not great whites, while scuba-diving and my mind just did not register “great white” even though it probably should have…I was in a cage after all.
I thrive on traveling, trying new things, and experiencing life. We only live once, so I want to do it all. For me, I think “if I’m going all the way to South Africa, if I’m visiting somewhere referred to as shark alley, why in the world would I not go cage diving.” Why do people do such things?
Some, like me, get pleasure from different experiences. Some like the thrill of the adrenaline rush and blocking out all other thoughts. For some, it may be because it is a popular thing to do. Some may be seeking attention.
For me, I keep perspective. The likelihood of my getting hit by a bus tomorrow is higher than the likelihood of that shark getting to me. And the video just makes me giddy.
Ironically, as I write this, I am watching the tight-rope walker Nik Wallenda walk between skyscrapers in Chicago without a harness or a net. That is something I would have to take a pass on, so I suppose crazy really is relative.