Conquering of Fears
Date Submitted: 01/28/2010 10:04 AM
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For as long as I could remember I have had a chronic fear of crashes at high speeds and
that my best friend Joseph has never feared anything. He would jump off the Eiffel Tower if he
got the chance. On the day that I would finally conquer my fear I was in the back seat of Joseph’s
uncle’s Ford Expedition with the whole seat to myself. If I were to turn my head around I would
see the large speeder boat the car was pulling behind it. We were on our way to the Delta
Marina. Our plan was to go tubing in the water. The only way we would end our turn on the
tube was by flipping over and crashing into the water.
The road began to get rocky and the smell of wet wood was in the air. We finally reached
the loading point for cars with boats. It was not until I was sitting in the boat with my life vest on
and I could feel the swaying of the marina water that I realized how scared I was. I was shaking
slightly, my palms were soaked with sweat and suddenly I felt as if I had to go to the bathroom
very desperately and the engine had not even been turned on yet.
I sat in the very back of the boat facing the front. When I saw Joseph’s uncle put the key
in the ignition I almost instinctively grabbed the closest thing to my hand. To my surprise I had
grabbed Joseph’s arm who had sat adjacent to me. I recoiled with great embarrassment. Joseph
said joshingly, “Oh Adam I didn’t know you felt that way.” Then he laughed, but I was too
caught up in my mistake to laugh or even notice the engine had turned on. The sudden
acceleration surprised me so much I almost fell off right away.
It took a few seconds, but I got use to the speed and even began to find a peace in the
wind and the sound it made as it rushed by my ears. I sat in a very scholarly position with my
hands folded and my back straight up. I looked over at Joseph and saw...
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