Die Hard Lake Lover

I was thinking about things like the time I was afraid to disect a pig in biology class cause I could not cut the flesh at first, but after a bit I volunteered my services to others who had difficulty cutting the skull to see the brain.

A song comes to mind, ofcourse, "The first cut is the deepest.."  (or "the first step you take is the longest one...")

It is a truth that I have come across often in how goodness becomes evil. An obvious choice to do bad would never work. But, through constant little things, one eventually becomes ensnared. It is more so cumulative than doing sonething instantly recognized as horrendous. Gavin, my son, taught me that with his little piece of "lie yarn" one afternoon.

I got to thinking about terrible things that at first are practically impossible, but once accepted become easy. Like ruining a diet or walking on broken glass. Hence I mention the movie "Die Hard".

I also remember often swimming in lake Huron at Forester Park in port Sanilac. The rocks hurt your feet at first, until eventually all feeling was numbed by the fridgid water. How on earth did we ever swim in that water? It is alot like my daughter, Mary Anne who takes long baths in water I would not even like to touch cause it is offensively cold.

The secret is the same old addage applied here, dive in. Now, mind you it is a shock to the system, most notably the brain, but once done "the water is fine" and in this case the gradual process of aclimitizing only lengthens the period of shock. Easier to bear in smaller increments but when you have incentives to swim and a limited amount of time, just get over it and take the plunge.

I was thinking of this is true for everuthing that I know, it is likely true for the borders  that no one crosses out of fear or lack of incentive. I am directly refering to walking on glass or hot coals or anytjing that causes an unpleasant sensation. Maybe once you just do it you become numb to it so that it is fine. Like a taste or smell of something that your brain might not send you any messages about because you just ignored it.

C. S. Lewis made an interesting comment about pain being like a megaphone, so it makes sense that turning off such a loud warning like pain is unwise. I think of the girls in cross-country in high school who all took pain killers, but I refused because along with those constant pain warnings that come from running so fast over a long distance, they would be shutting off the ability to hear a twisted ankle screaming out to stop or something. I just always felt like we got messages for a reason and painkiller is probably not a good thing to mess with.

I am reminded again of swiming at Forester. My dad used to tell me to watch out for the Lamprey Eels. The visibility was terrible and the water so cold one would never feel them attach. So, he would recommend checking our legs for them before toweling off. I was terrified! He described them as little black snake things that had a circle mouth of teeth to attach to your leg.

Along those lines, I always had natural childbirth, no because I was a wonderwoman or anything to orove strength. Infact,  at one point I was nearly at a,bresking point and I asked the anesthesiologist again to describe how pain was removed. He explained that his super long needle was inserted into my spinal column and if I jerked or moved it could paralyze me. I preferred alot of immediate pain to risking a paralytic life.

The moral is: Be brave. Dive in.