Overcoming Fears
© Baxter
Black, DVM
published in The Draft Horse Journal, Spring 2004
One
lazy summer morning I was relaxing in my scenic viewing point
(a one holer), with a top dutch door swung open, watching
the ravens ride the air currents above the canyon that opened
out below me. They soared and sailed, swooping over the ridge
tops as the canyon walls fell beneath their dizzying descents.
Just watching them made my stomach sink. I thought, wouldn’t
it be awful to be a bird and be afraid of heights. That morning
I walked into the office and made the observation to my secretary.
She twinkled and replied, “Like a claustrophobic mole.”
Overcoming the bad cards you get dealt in the game of life
is part of character development, be it raven, mole or human.
I’ve known cowboys who were afraid of horses, horses
that were afraid of cowboys, cowboys who were afraid of cowgirls,
cowgirls who were afraid of cows, cows that were afraid of
cow dogs and cow dogs that were afraid of thunder.
I’ve known singers that couldn’t carry a tune,
poets that couldn’t rhyme, authors that couldn’t
write, and drummers who couldn’t keep a beat. Yet they
keep on trying like the tumblebug in the elephant’s
cage.
There are many inspiring stories of athletes with less natural
ability than their peers, but through persistence, hard work
and attitude they excel and often win the blue ribbon. Seabiscuit
the racehorse is such a story. Disabled heroes, wounded soldiers,
bandaged bull riders, Superman actors and blind tightrope
walkers all star in inspiring tales wherein a regular human
rises above poverty, abuse, discrimination or tragedy to
become a useful citizen and an asset to his fellow man.
Most obstacles and impediments that we encounter in life
are beyond our control. How we deal with them depends on
our own ability to handle personal fears.
Help in managing these fears can come from many sources;
faith in God, family and friends, good insurance, drugs and/or
therapy. Often we become better at what we do because of
them.
Steve and I were watching ships at sea one afternoon off
the California coast. I remarked that I had read that many
sailors in the old days couldn’t swim. Steve mulled
it over a moment, then said, “Well, the good side is,
it probably made them better sailors.” |