Hi, I decided to continue sharing things here, and re-sharing them in Twitter, and for that, I decided to write time to time a story. But I will mainly write it in English, I would not translate it to Spanish, or at least not soon.
When I was 12, I meet fear, before that I never felt fear; I wasn't scared of spiders, high places, clowns, horror movies, girls, among classic spooky things for a child. But I turned 12, and I became important to my religious community, a leader from Church asked me to give a speech, to a crowd of people around 8-60 years old, and they were around 120 persons. I accepted, I honestly did not have another option, but I as I said, I meet fear. After accepting, everyday, after that day until the day I needed to give my speech, I was scared as hell! I did not understand it at the begging, and I wanted so bad to get riddle of that feeling (and the speech obviously), but with time, I understood that the idea of giving that speech; preparing it, thinking about it, thinking about people watching me and speaking so dumb... It just scared me. I meet fear at 12, and I hated it. My worst day came, and I was there, in front of all that huge crowd, huge for a 12 years old boy (little and scared boy), I was sitting, waiting for my leader to call my name. He was speaking, and little I know that after him, I was next (I thought I'd be the last one, I wasn't the only speaking that hour). Now, before actually telling my story: my speech was meant to be 5-10 minutes, and I wrote it in a journal page that I had with me, I prepared myself with nice clothes and everything. But I sincerely looked and felt like shit. He called my name, and I felt something hitting my chest, so hard and so bad, I wanted to run, run and never come back. I remember all the "pain" I felt the days before that moment, I knew that it was fear, and I hated it, but I did not have any other option. My leader seat next to me and I wanted to tell him: "Please no, let me go." But he wasn't going to do that, so I stand up and walk to the microphone. Now, this is not a sad story, or a memory. It's a funny, dumb and melancholy story about me when I was 12. The funny part is that my speech was meant to be 5 minutes long, and I wrote it in a paper, and it was 5 minutes long! But after standing up and saying "Hi" and in the moment I set down to breath because it was over! I noticed the clock just move 3 freaking minutes! I speak so fast, and I cut parts of my speech, just because I was so scared, and I wanted to go!
So... Basically, summing everything up: The leader asked me to give a speech, which bring me to meet fear, the speech was meant to be 5 minutes long, I give it on 3, which lead the leader to never ask me to give a speech again.
