I’ve never considered myself a very brave person. I have many fears--some common, some unusual. I am frightened of birds, mice, grasshoppers and feathers. I’m also afraid of needles, blood, closed-in places and darkness.
A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting at the computer creating a Mafia Wars character for myself. Several Facebook friends had invited me to play the game, and I finally gave in. Normally a quiet, peace-loving person, I suddenly felt empowered at the thought of being a mobster.
I was ready to become a completely different person. I wanted to be a big, brawny man, and needed a name to fit my character. Let’s see…maybe I would be Guido. I would be mean, tough, feared by all, intimidated by none. I was flexing my Mafia muscles and feeling fearless when all of a sudden, I heard a blood curdling scream!
I was scared!
Then I realized the scream had come from me—not me the mobster, but me the little girl who was terrified of darkness.
The lights had gone out!
Immediately, the macho mobster melted away as I whimpered, “Help. Sunshine, give me my flashlight. Help me, please.”
Soon the lights came back on, and my heartbeat returned to normal. As quickly as he had disappeared, Guido materialized--this time wearing a sheepish grin.
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