Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

I have a fear. It always causes me to break out in cold sweat, shake my legs uncontrollably, and feel a knot in my stomach. I literally have a fear of heights that terrifies me more than anything else. So why the hell am I standing on this cliff in Riviera Maya, Mexico. While in Mexico I understood that I had a fear of heights; however, I only discovered my phobia four years ago while at SJV fest in Brookfield. Upon attending the ordinary carnival, I did not expect that I would soon experience the most terrifying event thus far in my adolescent life. Strolling through the various games and rides only enjoyable to toddlers, I wanted a challenge, an exhilarating ride, one that would make me physically sick afterwards. After sleeping through

I finally found a ride that would give me the rush of adrenaline. I anxiously waited in the line for several minutes before being trapped in a metal cage. Frankly, I was disappointed. The only excitement of the ride was its spinning of the cage while moving in a ferris wheel motion. However, when I reached the top of the rotation, the ride shut down. When I looked down the fifty feet distance between myself and the concrete, I instantly started panting and trying to escape. My stomach churned my intestines into a knot, getting tighter and tighter. My forehead became drenched as if I had just gone for a swim. My hands started shaking as if I were holding a gun that just killed someone. I didn’t understand why though. It felt as if I were free falling head first into the concrete, yet I was confined in a metal

Looking down filled me with anxiety, cold sweat, panic, and of course, fear. My fear of heights has hindered me from so many events in my life thus far, such as roller coaster rides, ferris wheels, and sometimes, climbing trees. But this fear would no longer conquer. While running forward, I jumped off that cliff. I couldn’t help but laugh as I basked in the sense of accomplishment while plummeting into the lake. The rush of wind couldn’t overcome my free falling body before slicing through the water. While floating in the water, I looked up at the cliff, the site of my triumph. The best part was I wanted to do it again, but I wanted to be in the air longer. The force of the air combating my weight provided me with a sense of flying. Going up to the 50 feet cliff, I jumped. The wind noise in my ears was extremely loud - similar to sticking my head outside of the window of a car traveling 80 miles an hour. Suddenly I was looking at what appeared to be a very dark patch, it didn't appear to be getting any closer; it took me a second to realize this was the ground, but it wasn’t the water. This is going to be good… I managed to get half my body in the water, but the other half crashed into the ground, fracturing my leg. But it was ok. I just jumped from a 50 feet cliff. There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to do that again, but it’s good to know that I can. And it’s even better to