Dreams

There lived in Israel an ordinary, hairy, domestic boy Nathan and he had a dream - to wait for his adulthood and to make a parachute jump.
I even spent money on weekly courses.
And then came that long-awaited first adult day. The joyful Nathan arrived at the nearest air club, but the instructor carefully examined the potential student, congratulated him on his birthday and said - as he cut off:

Sorry, but we won’t take you. Weak muscles of the legs and with poor reaction. No is. The matter is not a joke, if anything, then in the best case, the whole will break, and answer us. Sorry but not.

But Nathan did not despair, turned around and went to another parachute club, but only in the second and third, as in evil, the same thing repeated, word in word.
A week later, when the guy had traveled around all the air clubs he knew, he surrendered. Almost gave up. Realizing that the independent jump does not shine for him, he decided to jump at least in tandem with the instructor, but also awaited a "brake". Nathan again began to beat the thresholds of the airclubs, but everywhere he was put on the weights, sadly turned his head, handed out his hands and said, "103 - it's a little lot. For tandem, the maximum weight is 90. “Sorry, but not again.”
The dream slowly but surely broke apart.
When Nathan left the last air club, he was suddenly caught by an instructor on the street and said:

Don’t worry, life doesn’t end here. By the way, you were near Haifa, everywhere? There are many parachute spaces.
- Of course there was, everywhere the same: either the reaction is slowed down, or the weight for the tandem is large. You think one hundred and three, my acquaintance weighs one hundred and twenty and she jumped with the instructor. What is the reaction? I’m driving, the reaction is enough. Okay and goodbye.
Do you know, you were in Beer-Sheva?
Of course was.
- Oh, and you were there... Well, okay, was – was not, since this is the case, I will help you, only promise that this conversation will remain between us. Here’s the address of one club, there you’ll pass the five-day courses quietly, and you’ll jump well alone. The club, indeed, is very small and very far in the north, but most likely your mother doesn’t know about it.