I felt the fear wash away
It was a high-water year. That’s a rafting term that describes the state of the river we were about to tackle. Not only was the water level high, but the river was racing extremely fast. The whole scene felt very intimidating, given that I was about to co-guide on the rapids that had flipped my kayak the year before.
During that incident, I’d had a scary experience. Not only had my kayak flipped, but I’d banged my wrist against a rock, which left me with a bad bruise. The Christian Science practitioner at the camp I was attending prayed with me for several days, and though the pain and bruise went away and I was grateful for that, the fear lingered through the rest of my time at camp.
I couldn’t be an effective guide with waves of fear crashing over me.
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