“I want you to stay and hold me and tell me you’ll be here to love me today.” ~ Norah Jones
Once long ago, I got up at the crack of dawn to drive west of Yosemite National Park and climb into an inflated raft on Tuolume River. It was my first whitewater rafting trip.
We went through a few rapids, but nothing too exciting — until our Teva-clad guide pulled to a stop at a tall, jagged ledge. As the people got out to climb up and dive off, I sat glued to my seat. I eyed the slippery slabs of wet rock and imagined my arms and legs flailing down to an embarrassing belly flop.
After watching a string of people jump off without sustaining any concussions, I decided to go for it.
I stood over the edge, trying to act cool. I was scared.
I was afraid to look silly and awkward. But, I longed to jump in…
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