How long was he falling?

So I attempted to look up the man that forgot his parachute. I wasn’t even sure what to look for. I searched up “skydiver dies in freak accident trying to film his lesson” and I got a myriad of results. None of which were the story I was looking for. But the question Squarzoni asks is a good one, “how long was he falling?”

I’ve always wanted to skydive and as much as these stories are scary, it isn’t deterring me at all. But think about it. You’re up there, thousands of feet from the ground, practically alone with your thoughts. The wind is rushing past your ears in a torrent of screams, and you are rushing to the ground below. How long does it take you to regret the decision that you’ve made? A minute after jumping? After you’ve pulled the parachute? Before you’ve even made the jump? The point is, people do these things to feel close to death, to prove that they have no fear of it and the lot of them do not regret this decision. But here we are close enough to see death’s nose hairs and the regret is written all over people’s faces. And yet there are still those who refuse the recognize what is staring us in the face.

In the case of this freak accident, I’m sure the man hated himself all the way down, until he was just seconds away from hitting the ground. At the point, he had most likely accepted his fate, berated himself one last time for being such an idiot and held his breath waiting for impact. Is that what we’re doing? holding our breath and waiting for impact?