One Final Day in Jamaica By Max Lahn

It was my last day in Jamaica and I am finally going to attempt the jump off the highest cliff in Negril. I was staying at the Rockhouse hotel and the cliff was approximately a five minute walk from my room, on the opposite side of the hotel. All week I have watched my cousins, my friends, and my brother and sister have the time of their life jumping off the cliff that I have dreaded all week. Numerous times I have climbed up to the top of the cliff and chickened out because of the height of this massive cliff. There is nothing I hate more than heights. But for some reason I had a feeling that this walk up to the top of the cliff would be different than the last four times I have made the trek.

As I began to climb my heart starts to race. Immediately I began to question myself, as to if I was really about to make the jump. After stepping on a plethora of sharp rocks I finally made it to the top. As I stood at the top of the cliff shaking, I looked down at all the people there watching me and cheering me on yelling, “ Jump”. I had no idea the jump was so high up that I began to feel sick to my stomach. I was not feeling this jump.

The view from the window in my hut. Photo courtesy of the Rockhouse hotel Facebook.

The sun began to set and I was leaving early tomorrow morning. This was my last chance to make the leap. It was now or never. I had five minutes to jump before it got to dark and unsafe to jump. I used every second of that five minutes.

“It’s time to shower up and get some dinner”, my mom said.

It was at that time where it hit me. That this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. To be able to jump off the highest cliff in Negril would be an awesome accomplishment. Standing behind me my brother said, “IF you don’t jump in the next five seconds, I am going to push you in.”

So I jumped. I hate the feeling of falling. My legs were kicking in the air like I was flying. This was when I realized it was to late to go back and should enjoy it while it lasts. Suddenly, the touch of the water that I have been waiting for patiently. The cool water touching my skin was very relieving, it made me want to go again.

My cousin Henry flipping off of the cliff.

The rocky road that it took me to jump was not worth how much fun I had. Jumping off the cliff, not only showed me how brave I am, it showed me that I can do anything that I set my mind to. Jumping taught me to never give up and to keep trying if I want to succeed. My trip to Jamaica wouldn’t of been complete without making the leap off the cliff, I am glad I overcame my fear of heights and jumped off the cliff. The Rockhouse Hotel is a must visit for your next family vacation.

All other photos courtesy of Max Lahn

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