A colleague recently wondered how my risk-taking manifests itself. He said I seemed like someone who would bungee jump, or sky dive, or hang glide.
I started to respond with “Yes, I jump off of cliffs into rivers and from rocks into underground caves,” when he again asked, “Do you hang glide?”
I was forced to admit my Achilles’ Heel. “I get horribly motion sick. The one time I wanted to go, the curvy drive to the top of the mountain would’ve killed me.”
There you have it, I would be more daring, if only the earth stopped moving. Anyone else care to admit to a hidden weakness?
© Laura Genao 2007
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