Punch fear in the face
“I don’t really want to run in our neighborhood tonight. These dumb middle school kids were making fun of me the last two times I walked.” I complained to Preston.
“What?! Middle school kids. Forget them. And what do you mean making fun of you?” Preston questioned.
“Well, I dunno. I had my earphones on, but one of the girls waved at me. And then the boy kept yelling things at me. I couldn’t really hear him, but then he started saying things in spanish when I didn’t respond. I really don’t like it when people make fun of me. Especially middle school kids.”
I knew I sounded a bit pathetic, but it was true.
I shut the door and started running in the opposite direction, but after the first mile I turned around and headed toward the house that the kids were normally at.
My heart was racing, but why? These were middle school kids for crying out loud. I turned the corner and noticed no one was outside, my heartbeat steadied. Then I laughed. These were middle school kids. They’d make fun of a rock. Why was I worried about a kid making fun of me?
Then, I started thinking about my friend. She had been nervous for weeks about a presentation she had to give. And, today, as I watched her up there, in the front of the room, looking all professional and cute (total compliment, btw), giving her interesting and super funny presentation, I found myself some what envious.
She had faced her fears. Not only had she gotten in front of a group of people to speak, she had done it really well. I was so proud of her.
I always wished I could be a better public speaker. But, I was always afraid I wouldn’t know what I was talking about. And, then, the worst would happen, someone would make fun of me. You know, like those damn middle schoolers down the street.
As Eleanor Roosevelt always says, “We gain strength, courage and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face… We must do that which we think we cannot.”
And if Eleanor’s advice doesn’t work, maybe I’ll just punch anyone who makes fun of me in the face. That oughta work, right?