Saturday, November 08, 2008
Fear of Dying
Phil reading at the polls.
I am procrastinating here so stop me if you've heard this story. When I was nine, a schoolmate's mother fell down the steps carrying a load of laundry and died. I still remember the principal coming in and taking her away to tell her the news. We had just returned to school from lunch and it was nearly impossible to believe that ten minutes later, Mrs. McMaster was dead.
Since then I've had an irrational fear of falling down the basement steps with a load of wash. I've actually done it once and survived, but still I rarely head toward the steps with laundry without thinking about it.
Do you have an irrational fear of a particular way of dying other than the shared fear of heart attacks and cancer? Or am I the only one who approaches those steps or something else with trepidation?