Experiences that Shape Our Lives
We, as bloggers and writers, constantly put ourselves out there through sharing our experiences and as you probably already know, some memories are easier to relive and reveal than others. Some written reflections bring us back to the very moment of fear and shakes us to the core. It is like reliving the ordeal all over again.
But sometimes, as hard as it may be to share the memories, it also gives us strength and courage. It gives us hope and piece of mind. Plus, it has helped mole and shape us into the person we are today and we are stronger because of it.
And then there are those terrifying experiences that, no matter how hard we try to not be affected, change us. They make us more aware of what could happen or can happen which sometimes leads us to think too much.
Writing My Book: The Toughest Moment to Relive So Far
Writing this book, although has proven to be the most awesome ‘trip down memory lane’ ever, has also made me relive some tough moments. The following two paragraphs, in italics, contain one of those. It sends shivers down my spine, gives me chills, and brings me back to the moment as if it was just yesterday.
I guess I should mention that it took me three flights to actually get to Taiwan. This happened during the first leg of the journey. I don’t want to give too much away, but this is was the beginning of the nearly seven-day travel nightmare to Taiwan – and I was the unfortunate star of the show.
We descended further and further while waiting, praying, hoping for the sound of the wheels coming down, but it didn’t happen. We all braced ourselves for crash landing. This was probably it. Lower and lower the plane went and lower and lower my heart sank. As faith and hope began to vanish, I contemplated the thought that these might very well be my last few breaths. I thought it was rather ironic that my epic adventure to Taiwan had turned into my worst disaster before it ever began. I thought about all my family and friends who, just hours before, had admired my strength, determination, and courage to undertake such a life-changing adventurous journey. I wonder if they would have the same opinion of me if they saw me in emergency position, fearing for my life.
In those brief few minutes which felt like hours, panic and terror silently consumed me. Tears started rolling down my face and sped up to a trickling pace. My heart pounder louder than ever, like a drum beating its last encore performance. My hands shook uncontrollably as they cupped my head and my whole body trembled with the fear of my current reality. Plus, I couldn’t think of any other words other than ‘Please let me live. I don’t want to die.’
So, I guess it is pretty obvious what the outcome was and that’s why I am now so fearful of heights and flying. However, like most things, it seems to get better and better with time.
Be sure to drop back next Friday when I once again hand my blog over to my husband. He will be revealing what it is like to take a plane and fly with me! Of course, he provides a humorous take on it, as always:)
And I promise the next excerpt will be a happier one! 🙂
Now, over to you! Has anything ever happened that affected and changed you? Are you scared of heights and/or flying? Be sure to drop me a line in the comment box below! I would love to hear from you!