Let Go of Old Fears
What does a flight, a fortune teller, and a lesson have in common?
As we were descending into Charlotte, a quiet man seated next to me unexpectedly shared, โ๐๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐.โ
Not exactly the small talk you expect at 30,000 feet. And I quickly felt the urge to ask about his brothers.
This was only his second flight ever - the first was decades ago when smoking cigars on planes was still a thing. He had spent years avoiding the skies, carrying the weight of an old prediction.
As we landed safely, I reassured him that statistically flying is far safer than it was seventy years ago.
Awkwardly relieved we weren't on the next flight together; I started to wonder:
๐น How often do I let the past dictate my future?
๐น Am I reacting to fears or beliefs that simply arenโt true?
๐น Am I fully embracing life, or hesitating in the shadows?
๐น How many of us are quietly carrying emotional burdens we donโt see, shaped by past traumas or worries?
Larry, I know you will make it to Myrtle Beach to see your daughter.
But Iโm grabbing this reminder to not let fears steal todayโs opportunities.