For as long as I could remember I have had a chronic fear of crashes at high speeds and
that my best friend Joseph has never feared anything. He would jump off the Eiffel Tower if he
got the chance. On the day that I would finally conquer my fear I was in the back seat of Joseph’s
uncle’s Ford Expedition with the whole seat to myself. If I were to turn my head around I would
see the large speeder boat the car was pulling behind it. We were on our way to the Delta
Marina. Our plan was to go tubing in the water. The only way we would end our turn on the
tube was by flipping over and crashing into the water.
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I tried to relax as
Joseph did, but I felt as if all my muscles and joints had made up their minds to stay put until it
was my turn to test my courage. Within a few minutes the engine was turned off and the boat
came to a halt. My peace was lost.
All my fear that was carried away with the wind finally caught up with the boat as it
stopped. Joseph’s uncle turned around in his rotating captain’s chair and asked us who would go
first. My courage was at an all time low. I became lost in a daydream. I did not notice how
distorted my outside appearance was. My mouth was hanging down and my jaw tilted to the left
revealing my dimples and wrinkling my forehead. When I realized a long pause had passed I
noticed Joseph and his uncle were staring at me with disbelief. After another short pause Joseph
finally stood triumphantly as if he just won the World Series and was ready for his victory lap. I
figured he was going to volunteer to go first. This lifted the unbearable weight that plagued my
shoulders for what seemed like an eternity. “I vote Adam goes first,” said Joseph. I was so
stunned by this. I was skeptical to believe he said it. When his words finally registered with my
brain Joseph’s uncle had already finished fixing up the rope that would pull me. All that was left
was for me to climb on to the tube and hold on. Before I stepped off the boat Joseph gave me a
pat on the back and whispered into my ear a phrase that I will never forget, “If you whimp out
I’m gonna kick your ass.” I had known Joseph for years and knew that he would never do that,
but his words gave me courage. The pat on my back punctured a hole in me that leaked fear and
his hand transferred an ocean of courage, his courage. Out of no where I felt I could jump off the
Empire State building without flinching. I got on to the tube without so much as...