The Power of Perseverance – Quiency Dugger’s Story

Thursday, June 21, 2018

If it’s been a while since you’ve seen Quiency Dugger, you’re going to be in for a shock. After all, Quiency is half the man he used to be — by volume.

Quiency Dugger

“At sixteen years of age, I got my driver’s license, as most kids do,” he starts, smiling. “However, the weight that I put on that first driver’s license was two hundred and fifty pounds. At fourteen years old — two years prior — I was already over three hundred pounds. So my initial goal for losing weight was to get down to the point where my driver’s license was, for the first time ever, no longer a lie.”

After innumerable fits and starts towards the pursuit of that goal, Quiency finally dug in his heels six and a half years ago, when he went in to get his annual physical. When he stepped on the nurse’s scale, he tipped it at four hundred and forty pounds. When he saw that number, something within him suddenly shifted.

“I decided to make a significant alterations in my life,” he says. “That was it.”

As anyone who has trodden the long, uphill slog of a weight loss journey will tell you, clear goals figure prominently in any success story. Setting a not-entirely-honest drivers’ license straight is a good one, but the promise of adventure has a magical means of hardening an adamantine will. Quiency’s success story is no exception.

Quiency Dugger Skydiving

“I had always wanted to go skydiving,” he explains. “Since I live in Atlanta, my closest dropzone is Skydive Monroe, and there’s a weight limit of two hundred and twenty-five pounds. At four hundred and forty, I was over it by a whole other person. I promised — as a gift to myself — that once I got my weight down to where I could go strap a parachute on my butt and jump out of an airplane, I was going to.”

Quiency remembers the precise day that he started exercising. It was December 25, 2011 — Christmas Day, all the merrier for its potential. It took Quiency just about two years to make his driver’s license an honest piece of plastic.

“At that point,” he smiles, “My next goal was to get down to 220. I wanted to be able to say I’m half the man I used to be.”

Those final pounds never give up easily, do they? Never-ever. It took Quiency another three-and-a-half years to drop the next thirty pounds. Once he got down to the magic number, it was just a matter of getting together with his friend Tiffany (pro tip: skydiving is always even better with friends!) and making that reservation.

Quiency made his triumphant jump on a beautiful July Saturday. He remembers — quite humorously — that the experience of the skydive itself was quite a bit different than he’d imagined it would be.

“I was so gung-ho,” he remembers. “I was full of oh yeah, it’s gonna be awesome, I’ve been wanting to do this for years, let’s do this…all the way up to the point that I got on the plane.” He lets out a hearty laugh. “Suddenly, I was terrified. I’m thinking to myself, This is crazy! I don’t want to do this anymore! I want to go down! Please take me to the airport!”

“But you see,” he slyly smiles, “One thing about me is that, once I make a financial investment in something, I’m committed. Once I purchase something, whether it’s breakfast cereal or a skydive, I complete it. Somewhere around eleven thousand; thirteen thousand feet, I was, like, okay. I’m already up here and I’m not going to be that guy who flies back down. And the next thing I know, I’m looking up at the plane rapidly moving away from me.”

Quiency Dugger Story Skydiving

Today, Quiency insists that it was one of the most amazing experiences of his life. He can’t wait to do it again — and we can’t wait to take him. We’re proud to have taken the indomitable Quiency Dugger for his first skydive, and we’re looking forward to being there for his next one. Quiency is a charming, inspiring gentleman, with an infectiously rambunctious energy that lights up any room (or airplane!) he enters — and wisdom to spare.

“I always tell people one thing: Perseverance,” he says. “Don’t let a minor setback take you out of the game. Stick it out long enough, and you’ll get the results you’re looking for.”

“If you fall down seven times,” he smiles, “Get up eight.”