I Believe in Facing Your Fears
I believe in facing your fears. I have always considered myself a fairly brave individual. I can hold a snake without flinching, climb to the tops of tall buildings, and sleep with the lights off after a scary movie. Yet, there was one thing that at the ripe young age of thirteen absolutely terrified me, and that was airplanes.
As a child I heard many horror stories of catastrophic plane hijackings and crashes. It scared me to think that so many things could go wrong. The weather could be bad, the plane could be damaged, or something awful might happen to the pilot. Thinking of these things would always make me come to the same conclusion, I would never ride on a plane.
For a while I managed to stay true to …show more content…
I had not been able to bear the thought of all my friends going without me and coming back with exciting new stories of the travels I had missed out on. I was bubbling with excitement and anticipation over the future excursion. In four months I would be having the time of my life, and facing my biggest fear. However, as the date of the flight grew closer, I became more and more apprehensive. My excitement was quickly turning into dread, and I was kicking myself for ever putting my name on that list. I begged my parents not to make me go, but to no avail. They said that it was too late, they had already paid, and that it would be good for me.
When the heinous date arrived I woke up shaking. I was definitely not ready to get on that plane. During breakfast my mother recited statistics and facts to me. She said that there was a one in thirty million chance that my plane would crash, and that it was a bigger risk getting in the car and going to school every morning. I didn’t care though, I was sure I was going to die. I boarded the bus that would take us to the airport, and muttered an angry, yet earnest goodbye to my parents. It was probably the last time I would be seeing them as far as I was …show more content…
I still hadn’t stopped quivering and I was sure my face was as white as a sheet. When we finally arrived I had pretty much accepted my fate and solemnly grabbed my ticket from a perky teacher, whose name I did not know, and slowly shuffled into the line. We ended up finding out that our flight was half an hour earlier than we thought and had to sprint to get there on time. Then, everybody decided to switch seats to sit next to their friends, which the flight attendants did not appreciate. We eventually all found our seats and sat down, leaving me barely any time to freak out before we were racing down the runway. I held my breath as we left the ground and were suddenly soaring through the sky. I was doing it; I was facing my fear, and to be honest, it wasn’t all that
I believe in facing your fears. I have always considered myself a fairly brave individual. I can hold a snake without flinching, climb to the tops of tall buildings, and sleep with the lights off after a scary movie. Yet, there was one thing that at the ripe young age of thirteen absolutely terrified me, and that was airplanes.
As a child I heard many horror stories of catastrophic plane hijackings and crashes. It scared me to think that so many things could go wrong. The weather could be bad, the plane could be damaged, or something awful might happen to the pilot. Thinking of these things would always make me come to the same conclusion, I would never ride on a plane.
For a while I managed to stay true to …show more content…
I had not been able to bear the thought of all my friends going without me and coming back with exciting new stories of the travels I had missed out on. I was bubbling with excitement and anticipation over the future excursion. In four months I would be having the time of my life, and facing my biggest fear. However, as the date of the flight grew closer, I became more and more apprehensive. My excitement was quickly turning into dread, and I was kicking myself for ever putting my name on that list. I begged my parents not to make me go, but to no avail. They said that it was too late, they had already paid, and that it would be good for me.
When the heinous date arrived I woke up shaking. I was definitely not ready to get on that plane. During breakfast my mother recited statistics and facts to me. She said that there was a one in thirty million chance that my plane would crash, and that it was a bigger risk getting in the car and going to school every morning. I didn’t care though, I was sure I was going to die. I boarded the bus that would take us to the airport, and muttered an angry, yet earnest goodbye to my parents. It was probably the last time I would be seeing them as far as I was …show more content…
I still hadn’t stopped quivering and I was sure my face was as white as a sheet. When we finally arrived I had pretty much accepted my fate and solemnly grabbed my ticket from a perky teacher, whose name I did not know, and slowly shuffled into the line. We ended up finding out that our flight was half an hour earlier than we thought and had to sprint to get there on time. Then, everybody decided to switch seats to sit next to their friends, which the flight attendants did not appreciate. We eventually all found our seats and sat down, leaving me barely any time to freak out before we were racing down the runway. I held my breath as we left the ground and were suddenly soaring through the sky. I was doing it; I was facing my fear, and to be honest, it wasn’t all that