Ever since I was little I have had an unexplainable fear of heights. I did not like bleachers, winding canyon roads, tall buildings, airplanes. I'd go up in buildings, mountains, airplanes, but experience severe anxiety. Some things have to be overcome on your own. Whenever I was in these high places I was usually surrounded by supportive people, but it did not matter. The strange, overwelming fear would just rise up anyway. Sometimes anxiety has to be put to rest by something inside. I remember the last time I felt anxiety over flying. I flew to England by myself to visit my son Nick. On the way I experienced a gall bladder attack on the plane and fainted. It was a horrible experience. It had nothing to do with being up high. But for some reason, after that I have not been afraid to fly. I finally decided that it was time to put my fear of heights to bed. On Saturday while at Snowbird I looked at that tram going up the mountain. I thought it looked awful suspended in the air so high. But, what the heck, I've learned that you don't die from anxiety so up I went and I found out...
there is a whole different view, from the top if you are brave enough to look down!
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