Mine is of heights.
I am not a big fan of high speeds either.
When I was a little girl, my family went to Hershey Park, in
I was terrified, just looking at the rollercoaster. I did not want to go upside down.
But my dad, with his boyish charm, convinced me to go with him.
I think I closed my eyes the whole ride.
That was probably when I decided that rollercoasters were not "for me."
For years, I avoided rollercoasters. (Not so challenging for someone who does not frequent amusement parks) The last time we were at Disney/Universal, I did not go on any of the serious rollercoaster rides.
My kids were little then.
They are bigger now.
My son (no surprise there) and my eldest daughter (she surprised me, being naturally cautious and all that) were both totally into the rollercoaster thing -- the faster and scarier, the better!
To my surprise, I was totally into it as well.
Cancer has made me a thrill seeker! (...as long as there are safety harnesses, so there is no chance of falling!)
Don't get me wrong. I still felt scared.
Each time, I reminded myself that the ride only lasts a minute and a half!
I also forced myself to focus on breathing. Slowly in.... slowly out....
Full disclosure: I also held (read: gripped) my daughter's hand during most of the rides.
But I did them, every one.
More than once!
I even rode the scariest rollercoaster two more times -- on my own!
I loved it!
And I loved sharing that experience with my kids.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,