Fear

I gave up fear for Lent a couple of years ago. It was the most amazing 5 1/2 weeks of my life. I let God hold my fear so I could simply deal with the problems head on. Life changing. During those 5 1/2 weeks, I was faced with my black belt test after having torn my ACL just months prior. I was scared to death, but put those fears aside and trained harder than I ever had trained before. The very morning of the test, I got a call from the hospital saying my mammogram had a "suspicious spot" on it, and I needed to come back ASAP. Talk about a mind f*ck on a day I needed my mojo on! When I went back for that repeat mammogram, I noticed the robes tied in exactly the manner my karate uniform did. I smiled, went into the room and told the tech, "Show me this spot and let's go kick it's ass." I was not afraid. She was floored I was so calm. I explained fear was keeping me from making important decisions in my life, and I could no longer cower to it. She started to cry. Apparently, she was having a terrifying day of her own. Later, she timidly entered the waiting room to explain the spot still needed more evaluation, and I would need an ultrasound immediately. OK, I admit, now I was a little scared. But as I walked to that room, I had hope. Hope that no matter what happened, I would be fine.As I left, the technician hugged me, thanking me for teaching her to let her fear rest in God's hands. She simply stated, "I will have hope that tomorrow will be a better day."Hope kicks fears ass.Yes, and I am not a 2nd degree black belt... without breast cancer. Win/win.

oops... meant to say "NOW" a 2nd degree black belt.... apparently, one who can't proof read HA

I gave up fear for Lent a couple of years ago. It was the most amazing 5 1/2 weeks of my life. I let God hold my fear so I could simply deal with the problems head on. Life changing. During those 5 1/2 weeks, I was faced with my black belt test after having torn my ACL just months prior. I was scared to death, but put those fears aside and trained harder than I ever had trained before. The very morning of the test, I got a call from the hospital saying my mammogram had a "suspicious spot" on it, and I needed to come back ASAP. Talk about a mind f*ck on a day I needed my mojo on! When I went back for that repeat mammogram, I noticed the robes tied in exactly the manner my karate uniform did. I smiled, went into the room and told the tech, "Show me this spot and let's go kick it's ass." I was not afraid. She was floored I was so calm. I explained fear was keeping me from making important decisions in my life, and I could no longer cower to it. She started to cry. Apparently, she was having a terrifying day of her own. Later, she timidly entered the waiting room to explain the spot still needed more evaluation, and I would need an ultrasound immediately. OK, I admit, now I was a little scared. But as I walked to that room, I had hope. Hope that no matter what happened, I would be fine.As I left, the technician hugged me, thanking me for teaching her to let her fear rest in God's hands. She simply stated, "I will have hope that tomorrow will be a better day."Hope kicks fears ass.Yes, and I am not a 2nd degree black belt... without breast cancer. Win/win.