My cousin’s friend is a professional stunt diver. He’s on team Red Bull. Six months out of the year, he travels around the world, competing in high-diving events. They dive off cliffs, skyscrapers, apartment complexes, and custom-built scaffold structures, sometimes into small pools only a few feet wide.
The stunt diver, my cousin, and I went on a ski trip together once. We stopped in front of a snow-covered cliff to take a photo of him holding all of his sponsor’s protein bars, fanned out so you could see the logos (a contractual obligation).
Once he was part of a stunt that involved him diving off of a hang glider mid flight. He was a bit nervous, so he jumped a few seconds too soon. In hindsight, he estimated he was probably at 120 feet above the water. They usually jump from 90 feet. He broke several of his ribs.