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Fear- Eleanor Roosevelt Magnet
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I‘ve been thinking about fear a lot lately. I came, literally, face to forked tongue with my greatest fear a few days ago. Thanks be to God we were separated by the glass door in our home office or I may have fainted dead away. My fear of these things is that profound.
The thing that unsettles me about this fear is that it’s unreasonable. I’ve never been wronged, in any way, by any reptile. The only animal that ever got an attitude with me was a Siamese cat who got nasty with everyone. Yet, cats are the last thing in the world I’m afraid of.
Truth be known, I don’t have any fear whatsoever associated with any animal besides snakes. I’m not fond of bugs or mice, mind you, but I don’t experience the same head to toe panic that I do when I see a snake.
I’m actually pretty bold with all other animals. I wrestled a very large, strong pit bull once that was chasing my kittens. The dog wasn’t hurt one bit (he thought we were playing a game), but one of my ankles hurt for months!
I even went outside one night a few months ago because I saw a coyote in the front yard and wanted to get a closer look. I’ve done the same with Raccoons, even a family of them.
Yet, here was this thing on my patio and I froze with fear. Not only did I NOT go outside while it was lurking, I haven’t been around back since. See? There’s that unreasonable-ness I was talking about. It bothers me because I’m giving this fear power over me.
The more I think about it, the more certain I am that I’ll be taking a nice, long walk in my yard when I get up from here. I might even sit on the patio for a few minutes – after picking up sticks in the yard. Yay, go girl!
Nay, stop girl. Let’s forget the whole picking up sticks thing. I am going to walk around and do so without doing a double take with each stick, shadow and noise, though. Dorothy Thompson once said, “The most destructive element in the human mind is fear.” Eleanor Roosevelt went so far as to say, “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.”
If I’m not mistaken, I think her words would like me to confront a snake on some level. Lady, please.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to look at one without the hairs on my arms standing on end. Actually I’d like that very much. One step at a time, though. I’m sure Mrs. Roosevelt would understand.
Will my venture into the yard be less bold if I carry the shovel with me?
Make each moment count double,