Thoughts on Courage
In life, many of us come to a fork in the road. A place or decision that can shape the rest of your life. A decision that if chosen correctly can change you. For me it was a seemingly insignificant period in my life, at the time, which I was unaware of what the impact it would have on me later in life. It would have the impact of making me a real believer in courage.
It was a seemingly regular day in the summer of 2nd grade. Me and several friends decided to go to the local waterpark. So we went to the water-park, and everyone was having a great time, when a member of our group noticed the high dive at the opposite end of the park.
Now, if there’s one thing I am TERRIFIED of, its heights.Anything to do with heights.Airplanes. Lighthouses even stepladders. Have been since birth. So naturally I objected. But, I was out shouted, and all of us moved to the other end of the park, with me reluctantly in tow.
As High dives go, this was a big one,(or at least it looked like it). Everyone was jumping of, landing with a big splash several feet down. Everyone went. Except me.
But no one noticed. And we went back to the main pool. But the confrontation with my fear made me think. What did I have to lose? Not much, I told myself. So. despite my better judgement, I went over to the high dive. Then I jumped, and with a great splash I hit the water, and came up sputtering for air, relieved and triumphant.
After confronting my fear of heights on the high dive, I didn't feel better. But what it did give me was the ability to confront my fear again and again. And isn't that what courage is supposed to be? The ability to do something that frightens you? Websters Dictionary apparently thinks so. And so do I. This I believe.