At the age of seventeen, Philippe was overcome with the idea, the dream, of walking between the Twin Towers on a wire, though they had not yet even been built.
After years and years of waiting, planning, and flying to America from France to figure out the precise logistics, his dream came true.
Philippe Petit spent 45 minutes on a wire between the Twin Towers, on August 17, 1974.
When I watched this documentary the other day, I was overcome with emotion. I sat spellbound, tears streaming down my cheeks. What an extraordinary feat, beyond possibility. And at the same time I felt a kinship with Philippe. Though perhaps my time in Nepal was not nearly as life threatening, it was a dream I had carried with me for very long time. Crazy, magical, surreal, beautiful. So difficult, stressful, intense. But I stepped out on that wire, and there was no going back. And my life, my incredible life, is so much richer, fuller, amazing. Never will I look back with regret. For I have lived this life, rebelliously perhaps, refusing the rules, definitely, and miraculously, it blooms.
And here's my little guy, who just continues to embrace life full on, without so much a whimper, and never a complaint. "Mommy, Pukar happy!" Though I failed to get him coming down the hill on his first downhill skiing adventure, I did get him walking in his boots, which is equally as brave and cute. So if you're looking for inspiration, this post is full of it!
|He's a natural!!!|
|Preparing for his big day in the living room with is buddy Rhone|