No, I’m not talking about the show. I never really watched it because the only thing that could motivate me to do any of those crazy things would be death. As in if I don’t eat that scorpion, I’m going to die. Or if I don’t let myself be slung across a great divide, I’ll die. Heck, I’ve even joked many times that I don’t know if I’d run from anything. Not because I’m brave, but because I hate running.
However, there are times when I have to suck up my fear because there’s no other choice. I work in a male dominated company. A shipyard, to be exact. I do office work mainly, but sometimes my job requires me to face my fears. Mainly heights and water. Yet these are two things I have to deal with on a regular basis.
For instance, when it rains, I have to pretty much hang myself over a bulkhead to take water samples while a river churns below me. No, it isn’t as dramatic as all that unless you’re scared of water, which I am. I always cringe when I have to lean over to catch a water sample because I can too easily imagine my clumsy self tumbling into the river. *shudders*
Then there’s the height thing. Like when I have to climb onto a barge or tugboat. There are stairs, yes, but they’re grated stairs where you can see the ground below as you climb higher and higher. Then when you finally get to the top, you’re twenty-thirty feet in the air. *wince*
But it isn’t just work that requires these things of me. No, family does as well. Have you ever been on a scissor-lift? It’s this machine that looks very innocent. When you press a button the “scissor” folds open up, lifting you into the air. I had to get on one of these when helping my brother-in-law build his
airplane hangar shed. I managed to help bolt two pieces in place before my brain said “You’re so stupid! Get down!”.
Or when my brother-in-law insists I have to go fishing with him. In his 11′ aluminum boat. I’d prefer if it was a yacht or something much bigger so I don’t feel like getting into it will tip it over. That actually happened to me last year (the last time I went fishing with him). I stepped into the boat but pushed it away instead which left me hanging off the dock by my fingernails with both feet in the boat and my butt inching closer and closer to the 30-something degree water.
Yeah, I don’t have much luck with water or heights. But like I said, sometimes you have to suck it up. It doesn’t mean I handle it well, but I do what I can.
What fears have you had to face in your day job/family life?