Gopher Topher
3: My Worst Fear
Today started out pretty ordinary. I ate lunch and went to my first class where I sit with a bunch of my friends. I sat there and one of them walked in and informed me that another one of my friends had gotten surgery late last night. Hearing this first sentence, I panicked. My worry was quickly diluted when I learned that it had been an appendix removal, but there was still some concern. I went to visit her as soon as I was done with class and she was in good health and good spirits. Her pain emerged much quicker than the actual problems with her appendix, so the issue had been identified very early.
People talk about their fears a lot: spiders, snakes, small spaces, germs, dust, clowns and so forth. However, I'd like to believe that deep down just about everyone's strongest fear is the same: losing someone close to them. I don't mean they move to the other side of the country or they decide they don't want to be your friend anymore. I mean they die, they're dead, no chance to ever see or talk to them ever again. This is my worst fear, and I actually answer that every time when someone asks me what it is.
I took this picture while my friend went to the bathroom, providing me with a chance to have her not ask what I was doing with my camera. But looking again, I now realize that it also provided a picture of me looking at an empty bed. This is my greatest fear.
3: My Worst Fear
Today started out pretty ordinary. I ate lunch and went to my first class where I sit with a bunch of my friends. I sat there and one of them walked in and informed me that another one of my friends had gotten surgery late last night. Hearing this first sentence, I panicked. My worry was quickly diluted when I learned that it had been an appendix removal, but there was still some concern. I went to visit her as soon as I was done with class and she was in good health and good spirits. Her pain emerged much quicker than the actual problems with her appendix, so the issue had been identified very early.
People talk about their fears a lot: spiders, snakes, small spaces, germs, dust, clowns and so forth. However, I'd like to believe that deep down just about everyone's strongest fear is the same: losing someone close to them. I don't mean they move to the other side of the country or they decide they don't want to be your friend anymore. I mean they die, they're dead, no chance to ever see or talk to them ever again. This is my worst fear, and I actually answer that every time when someone asks me what it is.
I took this picture while my friend went to the bathroom, providing me with a chance to have her not ask what I was doing with my camera. But looking again, I now realize that it also provided a picture of me looking at an empty bed. This is my greatest fear.