So, what would be the story for
today? Could it be my work day? Maybe the feelings that I have had throughout
the day. How about this… Let’s do a story from a long time ago. Ah, here is
one. It is about fish. Well the eating of fish. Okay, I will stop teasing with
it. It is about what made me stop eating fish. And all over this grey stuff
that was inside of it.
So, the setup… I think I was about eight. We are eating dinner
at a foster home. The lady had already told us before dinner that we needed to
be careful of bones. Well, leave it up to me to be the only one that ate and
choked on a bone. The foster mom sat, looked at me, like actually watching me
choke on this thing. Luckily, it worked itself out. Now, we know that the bone
was the culprit for me choking right?
Well this is how that made sense in
my head.. I remember looking at the grey stuff. Thinking this looks nasty. This
may kill me. But I had to eat it anyway. So tasting it, it was nasty and hard
to get down. So when I began to choke all I was thinking was someone help me,
the grey stuff is killing me. And yes, don’t laugh, I actually thought that. I
tried to say something but between the slob and gagging all I managed to get
out was this eerie gargling sound.
Now, I did not eat fish after that
until I was 25. And then it was only one time. 26 I got to eating it
often. Though I will say, I so avoided
the grey stuff.
So, what is the point in that
story? Its not telling you to be aware of the killer grey stuff. Though that
may not be a bad idea. The point is this: For all those years I ran from
something, refused to have new experiences because of something I did not
understand. Something I never gave a second chance to, limited not only my mind
but the experiences that I had with others. Just because something scares you.
Or you fail at it. Or this lady watches you while you choke on grey killer
fishy stuff does not mean that you should give up and let the fear of any one
thing determine how you live your life. Make sense?
