I'm so anti-fear. I don't like to say or admit I'm afraid of anything. I'm not really afraid of anything. I think getting out from under the fear of death we're basically all born with has helped me get to a perpetual place of "this too shall pass." It's a perk of being catholist (a combo of Catholic and Buddhist). This writer gets it.
But I have to confess. I was scared shitless twice while away earlier this month. Once when a riptide made me reckon with how I've always said "I'm not a great swimmer, but I could swim to save my life," and that is true but by the grace of God. My aunt sent me this article after the fact with a note: "we're glad you're still here." It was that close a call.
And once when a bird of prey swooped down and nearly took my curly topped head off in his successful attempt to snag half my sandwich. I have been sent articles pertaining to this horrifying incident as well. Get this http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/stop-feeding-seagulls_us_578cc60be4b0867123e1be2e?section= AND http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3175036/Now-seagulls-cunning-Packs-birds-target-women-develop-new-tactics-steal-lunch.html
Basically... the fear is justified.
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