What is the scariest thing you have ever done?
When I think back to one of the scariest things I have ever done, one event comes immediately to mind. What is that you ask? Parasailing in the Caribbean.
I remember signing up for the parasailing ride. You could have so much time for a specific amount of money, or you could go further if you pay for more time. Never having parasailed before I opted for the extended trip.
This all happened decades ago and I can remember my husband at the time being terrified at the thought of this activity because he was afraid of heights. I, on the other, hand was raring to go.
I remember standing on the platform where I was to suit up for the event. The guides were all speaking in their native tongue and I had no clue what they were saying. They were placing me in a harness as I waited desperately for some type of instruction. I finally said “what do I do?” and the next sentence out of one guide’s mouth was “hold on lady!” The moment my guide spoke those words I was pulled roughly off the platform without warning. I flew through the air for a split second, and then almost immediately I hit the water and went under not having taken a preparatory breath. It all happened so fast and before I could process what was happening I came sputtering out of the water and found myself flying higher and higher into the air.
Ok, I survived my initiation into the world of parasailing. The problem and the reason the ride was the scariest thing I have ever done was because of my only instruction by my guide. I am pretty good at following directions and when he said “hold on,” I did so with my hands in a very high uncomfortable position on the ropes in which I was holding on with all my might.
As the ride progressed I maintained my firm grip. There was a strong wind that day, and as I was flying high in the sky, there would be a shift in the wind, and then I would suddenly dip toward the ocean. It was a bit like wind shear. When I was up high for any length of time I would look at the far off ocean below me and wonder if I would survive the fall. I knew from the intensity of the demand that I “hold on” that if I let go I would plunge to the water below.
I remember talking to God. I told him I may need to let go and that I put my future in his hands. As my arms grew weaker and weaker I decided I had no choice but to let go. I knew God had me in his hands regardless of the results of my weakness, and I found great comfort in that.
I took a deep breath and slowly let go. As I awaited my fate I soon realized I could let go, and the harness would hold me. I then realized I could relax and enjoy what was left of my flight. It was a good thing that I paid for the longer experience because I held on uncomfortably to the rope the majority of the ride. I totally enjoyed the last minutes of the trip.
The most significant part of the story is that in my fear I put my trust in God and I rested in his care.