|My class at Georgetown, and one of our professors, Marc Busch|
And so we come to embracing our fears. Reaching out and grabbing whatever it is we're afraid of and saying, "Bring it on!"
|Kingston Family Vineyard, where we were consulting|
|The view from my hotel in Belize|
As I child, I told him, I was terribly afraid of knives. I used to have horrible nightmares about people trying to stab me. So a few years ago I asked a friend to teach me to throw knives. And I'm pretty good at it! A while later I took on my fear of guns by walking into a shooting range and asking the enormous bearded guy behind the counter if I could rent a gun and have someone show me how to shoot it. Eventually I took private classes from members of the SWAT team. And it turns out I'm a pretty good shot!
Jerson asked what I'm still afraid of, and I said with a shudder, "Spiders. Ugh!" He just smiled. I am quite certain if I had known him better I would have been suspicious of that smile.
We rented inner tubes and carried them about a half mile further into the jungle to where we would tube through caves with Mayan artifacts. Suddenly Jerson stopped and picked a long piece of grass. I watched him straighten it out and asked what he was doing. He just smiled. He knelt down next to hole in the jungle floor and poked the grass into the hole. "Wait," I said. "Does something live in there?" For an answer he said, "I hope it's home."
|Jerson and the tarantula|
I did not hold a wild tarantula in the jungles of Central America. But I took a couple of pictures of one. And I didn't cry or pass out. So, progress was made! Even if Jerson was mildly disappointed in me.
|How to relax after an intense week of classes|
Tonight I came across this video and it made me laugh out loud, and smile to myself. Who doesn't fear rejection? Here is one man who overcame that fear by embracing it. May we all do the same.
Except... not with tarantulas.