A Jewish boy had a dream—to go skydiving on his 18th birthday.
With the money he saved by skipping breakfast, he bought a membership at a local flying club. On his birthday, he arrived at the club. They congratulated him—but firmly refused to let him jump, citing weak leg muscles. Another club turned him down for being overweight. He visited every aero club in Israel, but was refused everywhere: weak heart, poor eyesight, or some other reason. He left the last club in tears.
An instructor followed him and asked:
— Do you really want to jump that badly?
— Yes, very much.
— I’ll give you some advice—on the condition it stays between us. In northern Israel, there’s a tiny flying club, run by just two people. They don’t advertise at all.
— Do you think I’ll be able to jump there?
— I think your mother doesn’t know about it.