Tuesday, October 11, 2005
In my last entry I mentioned my fear of haunted houses. When I was pretty little, I think like four or five, my parents went to an amusement park with me, and they wanted to go in a haunted house, at first they thought maybe I was too young because it would scare me, but my dad talked my mom into it, and off we went. I don't remember that ride, but according to my dad it was one of the most scary haunted houses that even he had been in. From what they told me I had a little fear of dark places and haunted houses from that day on. As I grew older, they gradually tried to get me into one. I do remember the "Haunted Mansion" at Disney World, the first time, when I walked through those front doors, and they closed, I went wild, and I mean wild. They said I started clawing at the doors first then just running frantically around, like a chicken with it's head cut off. They couldn't close the door back, but they took me through a back way to get out, while they rode the ride. I still remember the tears walking through and some lady calming me down. The second time I made it to the elevator but when I saw the caskets the same thing happened, I was out of there. I think they made me ride, but I screamed the entire ride. It was kind of embarrassing as I got older, and went to fairs or amusement parks with friends, I always would sit out the scary rides. I couldn't even ride Snow White without freaking out. Finally when I was about 16 I invited a girl to go to the Halloween Carnival with me. When we got there she wanted to go in the haunted house. My hair on my arms stood out, would I freak out again? I got my courage up,and told myself it wasn't real. For the first time I enjoyed being scared. I enjoyed holding tight to someone when someone jumped out. I also enjoyed being in the dark. It took sixteen years for me to cope with this fear. This makes me think about other fears that people deal with. My dad was a flight instructor. I always loved to fly, but I've met so many people with a fear of flying. The thought of being airborne fills them with anxiety. I remember when I first strarted working with the company I'm with, we flew a lot, and there was a girl terrified of flying. I remember coaching her and trying to help her. I evengave her a rubberband to wear on her wrist and told her to snap it to break unpleasant thoughts. Then I told her to put her trust in God. Nothing I could think of that would work much better than that. When we are afraid, it may help to breath heavy or pop rubber bands. But trusting in God is the best way to cope with any fear. Give me faith Lord!