Trust???
I don't have many stories on this topic. Any I have are usually, funny or sad. I didn't have many people to trust when I was younger (as apposed to now, when I have actual friends). I remember only one person who I really trusted...he was my science teacher.
In 7th grade, our class took a trip to Costa Rica. This trip is a major part of our year, and it's also a chance for us to use our spanish and learn more about a new culture. One of the things to look forward to is the Sky Trek zipline. It goes over the canopy tops of the rain forest and you can see everything from 1000+ feet in the air. Everyone was really excited to do it...well not everyone.
I was one of the people who was nervous (scared out of my mind). I watched everyone else go off on the line, I was too scared to move. I felt like my legs were jello and I wanted to crawl into a hole. I was up next. I still couldn't move so the teacher moved me aside and let everyone else go ahead.
I was up again. I ended up clinging to the side of the railing, bawling my eyes out. Everyone was telling me that it would be ok and that I had nothing to worry about, but all I was thinking "Really? we're over 1000 feet up in the air, and being held up by a pully!"
I felt like a punk, everyone else could do it easily, but I couldn't even step up. I was about to turn back until Andy (my science teacher at the time) stopped me and asked if I would feel better if I went with him. I felt a bit better but because it was too much weight, we couldn't. I calmed down and went anyway. He said he would be right behind me the whole time. Because of his kindness, I was able to go on everyone of the ziplines as well as help a few people who were scared on some.
I was able to get through it because of Andy, I trusted him enough to. I trusted him because he wasn't just a cool teacher (like the many I've had at SLA) but because he made me feel safe, like a good teacher would. It may sound odd, but it's true and I would gladly go back to Costa Rica and do it again.
In 7th grade, our class took a trip to Costa Rica. This trip is a major part of our year, and it's also a chance for us to use our spanish and learn more about a new culture. One of the things to look forward to is the Sky Trek zipline. It goes over the canopy tops of the rain forest and you can see everything from 1000+ feet in the air. Everyone was really excited to do it...well not everyone.
I was one of the people who was nervous (scared out of my mind). I watched everyone else go off on the line, I was too scared to move. I felt like my legs were jello and I wanted to crawl into a hole. I was up next. I still couldn't move so the teacher moved me aside and let everyone else go ahead.
I was up again. I ended up clinging to the side of the railing, bawling my eyes out. Everyone was telling me that it would be ok and that I had nothing to worry about, but all I was thinking "Really? we're over 1000 feet up in the air, and being held up by a pully!"
I felt like a punk, everyone else could do it easily, but I couldn't even step up. I was about to turn back until Andy (my science teacher at the time) stopped me and asked if I would feel better if I went with him. I felt a bit better but because it was too much weight, we couldn't. I calmed down and went anyway. He said he would be right behind me the whole time. Because of his kindness, I was able to go on everyone of the ziplines as well as help a few people who were scared on some.
I was able to get through it because of Andy, I trusted him enough to. I trusted him because he wasn't just a cool teacher (like the many I've had at SLA) but because he made me feel safe, like a good teacher would. It may sound odd, but it's true and I would gladly go back to Costa Rica and do it again.
