It got to the point where it became
a big problem and inconvenience. To hopefully get myself over this fear of
mine, my dad came home one day after school with a golden retriever puppy
sitting in my driveway. At first I was scared of course, but I ended up petting
it with caution. The first week with the dog was awful. I would sit at the
kitchen table with my feet up because I thought he was going to bite my toes
off. Surprisingly, the dog slowly started to have a huge impact on myself. I realized
that I loved my dog, and day by day I got used to him. My twin sister had the
same fear, and while I started to love him, she continued to hate him and made
my dad give him away. I remember crying all night for him back, holding his
heart name tag tightly. We ended up going back the next day and taking him
back, and he was the most important thing to me ever since. My life was
changed, and my fear was gone, just by being strong and getting past it.
Now,
how does this relate to the difficulties I will face in college? I have a fear
that I will never figure out what I want to do with my life, or what major I will
end up in. I know this is going to take a lot to work myself away from this
fear, but it’ll take time. I just have to have an open mind, like the dog, and I
will find myself in a better place.

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