Friday, September 6: A story about a time you were very afraid.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for you, I have a really bad memory.  However, I do have glimpses of fear from my past:

-  my younger brother being in hospital and mom staying with him
-  tornado sirens
-  getting in trouble after my friends and I stayed out too late during my 5th grade slumber party (we were listening to tapes on my new "My Little Pony" stereo)
-  New Year's Eve party getting busted my Senior Year  (I'd had a few drinks and was so scared they wouldn't let me be a cheerleader anymore if I got caught)
-  Being super sick and having my tonsils out
-  Graduating college and moving to a brand new place for a brand new job
-  My car getting stuck in the "acceleration" phase in rush hour traffic and having to pull the keys out of the ignition at 70mph
-  Trying to be there for my sister during difficult decisions
-  Clicking the "Do Not Accept" button when it was time to renew my teaching contract, even though I didn't know what I was going to do next

But of course, the time that stands out to me when I really remember being afraid - the kind of fear where your stomach churns and you're at a loss for words - is when my mom had cancer and it was time to shave the thinning hair off of her head.  I was a selfish college kid who hadn't really gasped the enormity of the situation until that very moment.  I'd said that I would help, but when it came time to do it I was frozen.  That God that my Aunt Joanne was there and took over.  I don't think I ever thanked her for that. 


sarahsmile3 said...

Remember being in Maggie's camper and listening to Nightmare on My Street?

Oooooh, scary!

Miss Bee said...

And if you haven't read my sister's post, do it.