Fear Is a Gift

November 13, 2014 5:57 PM

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"Parasailing! Are you crazy?" the inflection in my voice said everything. Sitting at a café on the beach, we were watching people ascend into the sky over the great blue ocean. "I'm scared of heights... not to mention sharks!" I continued. I don't know how it happened, but 10 minutes later I was in the queue and there was no turning back. And the voice inside started. They don't look very experienced. I'm not sure if it's safe. It's a bit windy too. Maybe tomorrow might be a better day. Fear had taken its grip and I could feel myself pulling away. Had it not been for my over-enthusiastic friend, I would've been long gone. Trembling in my seat, I looked for reassurance from the operator. Maybe if I had all the information, I could relax. "Is it safe? Has anyone ever fallen ? What happens if I land in the ocean?" He brushed me off with an annoyed tone. "In my 30 years experience, there has NEVER been an incident. It is perfectly safe." So I stepped up to the rope, they hooked me up and away I went.

And as I went up, I marveled the expanded view of the horizon. It was a magical sight I'd never experienced, because fear kept us apart. I looked for the fear, expecting it to visit. But it never appeared. Connecting with this glorious view drew me out of my head and that voice of fear was now silen...

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