I am afraid of bugs, especially the ones with a body composed of many segments and lots of legs. If you asked me to sit down on a rock where tens of bugs crawling, I would be jumping on the ground trying to get the bugs off my body and screaming like a little girl. Even so, I think I was lucky to have someone by my side to keep bugs off the rock before I sat down and watch out for me. I used up all my capacity to love this person.
I am also afraid of height. Stairs with grids where people can see through all the way down are my enemies from Heaven. I may not notice the architectural design of the stairs I am walking on at first, but as soon as I realize, my instincts will tell me to grab on something reliable and back up as swift as possible to a safe, concrete surface. I am thankful to have someone willing to offer me his back to rely on and encouraging me to continue my walk.
But this time is different, I don't have anything to reciprocate.
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