Photo credit: Jess Molnar
Several years ago, I was studying journalism at the local college. In the second year of the program we were sent to cover the Canadian Student Leadership Conference. It was an interesting experience, not least because during the conference we were treated to a free pass on the zipline at Marble Mountain. We had been split into several teams to cover various aspects of the gathering and it was my team that was chosen for this dubious assignment.
There were four of us on my team. I had planned to interview and photograph students from across Canada who were taking part during my trek up the mountain. One of my teammates was supposed to participate in zip lining while trying to capture photographs of the experience – she chickened out. That left us with a decision to make: who was going to bite the bullet and take the plunge?
Now, I had always had a huge fear of heights and initially I was adamant it would NOT be me. However, one of the team was already fitted with a Go-pro camera that was attached to a helmet and she was geared up to go. Another member was struggling with the flu, which knocked him out of the running, so that left me!
I finally consented, for the good of the team. After all, I am nothing if not a team player. I remember praying earnestly that I would live to see another day and asking the Creator to take care of my husband and children. I would not look down. I concentrated on the harness that would fly me through the air and gauging the strength of the cables above that I would be sliding on. They seemed secure. I remember trembling as I stepped off the platform. I had never been so nervous or anxious in my entire life! However, by the time I stepped off the second platform (the zip line zigzags across a deep fjord) I was really enjoying myself and was yelling at the top of my lungs: Whoot! Whoot!
Thanks to happenstance I overcame the fear and enjoyed the experience immensely. Part of the assignment was to write a story about the experience, which I did. I was pleased to hear my instructor chuckling as he read it. I learned a lot that day, not least of all was to feel the fear and do it anyway.
That;s the definition of courage. When you’re scared, and do it anyway!
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I really had to dig deep that day! LOL
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Bravo Carol!✨
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Thanks Dr. Perry….I am not always so brave….
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GO FOR IT CAROL, CHINA
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Life is meant to be experienced eh
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Hi Carol,
I’m pretty sure you’re my cousin. My great-grandparents are Michael and Elizabeth (Parr) Morrissey from Southside, Hr. Grace, NL. My grandparents are Thomas and Ella (Parsons) Morrissey.
I’d love to make contact.
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Oh my goodness. Hello cousin!!!! You can email me at cmhopkins.author@gmail.com I would love to connect with you!!! Yes Michael and Elizabeth are my grandparents as well. What a small world!!!
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