Some people are born braver than others. You can tell. They are your classmates who raise their hands to challenge a teacher. They are your friends who go bungee-jumping and skydiving. They are your family who are game to try the new 360-degree roller coaster ride. They are the people who stand in the middle of the suspension bridge and jump, hands up in the air. And then, you have people like me.
I go through the world on tiptoe, afraid of making mistakes. I hang on for dear life on swings, afraid of falling over. I stand at the edge of the ocean, afraid the waves will swallow me. I say yes to everything you ask me, afraid of letting you down if I don’t. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, claiming it as my God-given burden.
The monster is still under my bed. The skeleton is still in my closet. The fear is still in my heart.
And I say, “BOO!”