Irrational fear was a prevalent aspect of my childhood. On its mission to scare me to death, the heaviest of the weapons that life had in its arsenal was the annual cabin canoe trip over 10 years at my summer camp in Ontario, Canada. Starting when I was 7 years old, for six days and five nights every summer, we covered as much ground as a marathon and carry our weight in food and packs across kilometers of hilly terrain and desolate lakes and rivers. Eating dinners on the lake and sleeping under towering pine trees is some people’s idea of relaxing, but for me it was a living hell. Every night I stayed awake shaking in my sleeping bag and getting worked up over every loon call or crack of a branch. But what really kept me up was the fear …show more content…
As I got older, the trips got longer and more difficult. On the third day, we had a 2.5 kilometer portage that was going to take us about 2 hours to complete. My good friend Dylan and I were in the back of the group as I was carrying an Axe pack and he was carrying a canoe. As we descended an especially rocky part of the trail, I heard a gasp and the piercing sound of a canoe hitting rocks below. I turned around just in time to see Dylan fall to the floor and grip the bone that was piercing out of his ankle. It was a clean break. I knew that I had to take control of the situation as it could be a long time until someone figured out we weren’t with the group. Having taken numerous first aid courses, I sprang into action. I pulled Dylan’s bandana over his eyes so he couldn’t see his injury and I used my shirt and a branch to create a splint around his ankle. I gave Dylan a copy of a National Geographic magazine that I had in my raincoat and told him to wait for me. My legs trembling, I jogged ahead and after 30 minutes of what couldn’t be considered running from how much I fell, I found the tripper and alerted him of the situation. Eventually, Dylan was airlifted out of the wildness and had to undergo surgery to repair his …show more content…
I knew that I could deal with almost any situation that I might encounter. My last summer at camp included the longest canoe trip of my life and ended up being the highlight of my camp experience. I learned that being calm, cool and collected paid off, and that if I was able to harness this strength, I could keep any situation under control. This new awareness gave me confidence to do things that once made me cripplingly anxious. Looking back on my experience with Dylan, I realized that I could handle being the “adult” in a difficult situation without looking to others for support. After my last summer at camp, I realized that part of my camp experience was not only learning to be independent, but learning the power of independence. After my last summer at camp, I asked out my first girlfriend, I joined school clubs and I made meaningful connections with many of my teachers. The experience with Dylan made me realize the power that I have in me to get results that I want and navigate towards a future that I want for myself, Every time I feel overwhelmed by a situation or something seems unobtainable, I think back to that day in Algonquin Park when I took a difficult situation into my own hands and pushed through the barrier of “I can’t handle this” and I started living my life to the tune of “It’s all up to
My younger cousin began to have second thoughts as we put on our water-proof boots and began our walk. She pulled me aside and told me how she didn't think she could walk that far due to her recent knee surgery. I reassured her saying there is nothing to worry about and that if she couldn't go any further I would turn back around with her. She said okay, although I could tell nothing could ease her angst. My aunt and I began by leading the group, reminding everyone to keep pushing and that we were almost to the rapids. As we reached a rest stop about three-quarters of the way there to eat and take a break, my cousin sat on the ground holding her knee. I walked over and reminded her that we were within arms reach to our destination and their was no way I would let her give up now. My uncle grabbed her hand and I stayed right behind her reassuring that she was going to be
In my life I had a lot of negative people that I was scared of. My brother was one of those who scared me the most. Although he never meant to, he still did. My entire life I was scared to go home. I didn’t feel safe. I was always full of negative. I hated it. I was always scared. I was always having attacks. At first the attacks didn’t happen that much. But they soon became my entire life.
Facing fear helps my characters grow and develop through gaining courage and learning how to get through tough situations. By standing up to what scares them most they are able to overcome and from their experiences. For example, Taylor has been afraid of tires since she saw Newt Hardbine’s father get flung on top of a sign by an exploding tractor tire. On page 108, Mattie tosses a five-gallon Jerry can at her, explaining “That’s 28 pounds of water. 28 pounds of air is about what you put in a tire. When it hits you, that’s what it feels like.” This makes her feel better, even though it doesn’t completely diminish her fear. She says “live free or bust”, and goes on with her life of working at a tire shop. Also, when Estevan and Esperanza meet
"I'm scared to death of allowing someone to read my work." a girl in my college English class says in one of her posts. I want to write back to her: Be scared. Do it anyway. However, this class isn't somewhere that we all have free reign to say whatever we want to one another, or maybe it is, but I feel awkward because maybe our professor, a published author, should tell her this instead. All the same, I can't shake it.
Ever since I can remember I have always struggled with writing. I believe that Spanish
Fear, an emotion that boost hearts' rate and creates tear-stain faces. Most fears are common among multiple people, slimy, weird shapes, and the unknown can use to describe those fears. However, my fear does not include those characteristics, but an action that has scared me since I was a child. An adult acting like a toddler is an action that terrifies me. My older sister, Tiffany would do it a lot when I was a child and it would make me wail. Now, as a twenty year old woman, I still tear up when someone does it. I enjoy horror movies and have a soft spot for scaring others yet, I am terrified of someone portraying a toddler.
“Most of the time when I want to write I get depressed when I think about writing. Sometimes I do have an idea but it's hard to me to put them on paper, I don't know why but sometimes when I'm trying to write about idea its look like I forget everything” this is the sentence that I start my first Journey of this semester and from this time until now I learn a lot of new things and now I have an idea that how I can write correctly. I think that I find my fear of writing was because I don’t know how to write and now I have an Idea about writing and all I need some practice. As I see my biggest problem is how to use verb tense and where should I put a comma, but that problem is not big as the problem that I have at the start of the semester. I
In the short stories “The Last Stop,’’ by Brian Cable, “I’m not Leaving Until I Eat This Thing,” by John T. Edge and “The Long Goodbye: Mother’s Day in Federal Prison,” by Amanda Coyne, all feel the same when it comes to the businesses they fear. In all of these short stories each main character tries to overcome fear by going into the businesses. All of the businesses have weird qualities, and that makes the character feel weird going into the place. The characters each fear something and it makes it hard for them to achieve their goals in overcoming the fear. Although Cable and Edge both overcome their fear of the business, Coyne leaves her problem unresolved.
of me. I remember how I felt after being awoken by the fear of death.
For over a year I failed to listen to my body, soon I would come to find out that I was extremely sick. In one emergency room visit I had learned that I had miscarried, got pneumonia, but the most shocking was that I, at age 23, had stage II Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Within that year it had become harder to breath; I could feel my lung fill and ‘pop’ around something, that something was my lymph node. A lymph node is regularly the size of a lima bean, so you would think I would have noticed its’ growth into this fist sized thing that my oncologist showed me in scans. At the time I had thought of all the times I could have gone to the doctor, but out of fear, talked myself out of going to seek medical care. Why would I want to
There have been a lot of times that I have been scared in this life, but this one was the
I used to be bold and fearless, until I was attacked by a group of men. Even though, my friends have known me as a fun loving and an outgoing girl. The incident took my happiness away and made me reserved. Living with fear is a terrifying way of life. Now I would rather stay home and be safe than enjoying life surrounded by strangers.
There is an important event that happens in every person’s life. That important event may be a number of things. Such as someone winning the lottery or even having a tragic loss in the family. My important event in life was the day I conquered my fear of heights. Everyone has some type of fear or phobia that absolutely petrifies them. Whether it’s a fear of snakes, swimming, or even germs, it can be conquered as I discovered.
I climbed into the sweaty bus, little did I know I was about to have the scariest moment of my life. Every year for a music class we took a field trip to two chosen destinations. This year the lucky destination was a ski lodge up in the mountains. This ski lodge was surrounded by a lake and a bunch of houses, it was the perfect destination for a couple friends going to have fun.
After I got out of the car, I saw a small white dog. It was wagging its tail and was growling. It looked very aggressive and appeared like it was ready to bite. I suddenly got really scared. Fear is a basic emotion. Fear is a feeling caused by perceived danger or threat, which causes a change in metabolism and a change in behavior. Such behavior includes fleeing, hiding, or freezing from perceived traumatic events. Cynophobia is the fear of dogs. I became cynophobic at the age of seven. I thought overcoming a fear is a difficult task because most people cling to their fears, but I was wrong. The year was 2010. It was a sunny day. The sun was bright, it was warm out and it was another average day.