Bad luck

I can't stand petty, overprotective behavior that borders on intrusiveness. I'm talking about a certain skydiving instructor who gave me no peace… just one look from him made me realize my jump would be a failure — until he finally fell to his death on a jump. I'm not gloating, but being an instructor and being a good teacher are two different things.

My best instructor was the one who, oddly enough, never told me anything. Once, in bad weather, when a strong wind was driving the clouds almost to the ground, he looked at me strangely and asked, “Is it okay with the wind?”
“Nothing wrong,” I muttered. “Everything’s under control.”
“Well, just keep turning left in the clouds,” the instructor said. “When visibility is zero.”

We boarded the plane. The engine roared, then the old An-2 suddenly jerked and died. The pilot stepped out of the cockpit, smiling.
“The fuel pump blew. There’ll be no jumps.”

The rest of the day was boring. But I think the instructor did a good job. Right? No setup — just bad luck. And I ended up believing in myself even more.