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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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I used to have to work hanging over edges and stupid sh1t like that. Up a couple hundred feet. I never got used to it, didn't like it, but refused to get scared until after I was done.
Then I'd be a nervous, chattering wreck for a couple days, and then it became normal. I still didn't like it. My buddy who I'd always volunteer to go up high with me always said "There's two kinds of squirrels. Ground squirrels and flying squirrels. I'se a ground squirrel." Then 10 minutes later we'd be taking turns standing on the railing of a 100 foot swinging and bobbing JLG lift. I still hate heights to this day, but I don't get paralyzed with fear and want to puke like when I was a kid. ![]() Weeze is scared to go past the second rung on a step ladder. Literally.
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Feeling at Home
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I used to work with a guy, 6'11', he joked he was so afraid of heights he had to close his eyes when he stood up out of bed each morning.
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"maybe it's like becoming one with the cigar. You lose yourself in it; everything fades away" -Raul Julia |
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