During my last trip, the woman sitting behind me was obviously terrified of flying. From the moment we backed up from the jetway, her breathing became increasingly heavy as she prayed, "Oh God, help me," several times over. I would tell you what she said during the actual take off, but I like to keep this blog family friendly.
During the entire flight, I suppressed my urge to turn around and ask, "Excuse me miss, but if you're so terrified of flying, why would you ever choose get on a plane?"
Part of me avoided this question because it is insensitive and rude. Another part of me avoided it because the answer was so obvious.
Why do people who are afraid of flying get on planes?
Because they have to get somewhere.
Why do we face any fear?
Because we need to get somewhere.
We need to do something.
We have a problem that needs to be solved.
If our need is strong enough, we find the willingness to face any fear.
If you get hungry enough, you will go hunting.
If you get thirsty enough, you will dance for rain.
The question is not whether you're afraid of animals or looking foolish. The fear is implied.
The question is, how hungry are you? How thirsty are you?
Hungry enough to take a risk?
Thirsty enough to make a change?