If I had been in Hawaii when the ballistic missile alert was
issued, I would have turned to Randy and said, “I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!”
This is precisely the kind of event I expect to happen when
I venture outside my safe zone. This, or a natural disaster of some sort: earthquake,
volcanic eruption, tornado.
My safe zone, when I am feeling audacious, matches the
boundary of Whatcom County. I confess that sometimes it is not even that big.
For some reason, I grew up believing that stepping outside
of this area was akin to inviting a disaster to occur.
And therefore, I would have been unsurprised to get such an
alert. In fact, my biggest surprise has been that I have traveled a fair bit and
it has NOT happened to me yet.
It’s such fun to plan a vacation with me.
I have worked hard to get over this phobia, and learned how
to enjoy the journey. I try to be rational, and have made good progress…but underneath
is still the conviction of throwing responsibility to the wind and taking a
grave risk, pun intended.
Yes, I know that statistically it is almost certain that I
will die within the confines of my safe zone, whether by terrorist attack,
natural disaster, accident or old age. And irrationally, I don’t worry about
that. Ha!
I finally hit on something that comforts me when I step out
into the World of Risk: I want to be the kind of person that you are grateful
is there when disaster strikes.
So I guess I should imagine that after I said, “I KNEW THIS WOULD
HAPPEN!”, I would have followed with, “How can I help?” Because, after all, I
have the blessing of knowing where I am going if the worst happens. How can I
help while I am on the way there?
Hmmm. Not a bad question for everyday…
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