Chicken Soup for the Soul Essay: Faith Not Fear


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Faith Not Fear
I met Dianne in Interlaken, Switzerland, which was quite peculiar considering we only lived three hours apart from each other back in the states, her in Seattle and me in Portland. A thirst for adventure brought us together on that crisp November day. We met outside of a Hooters Restaurant interestingly since that is where the paragliding gear was stashed. That’s right! We were going paragliding in the Swiss Mountains! How cool, right?
            Our instructors’ names were Peachy and Benny, who both gave us a pair of shoes to swap into, since we couldn’t use our own; it’s kind of like bowling in that way! After fastening up our boots and donning a windbreaker, the four of us and Peachy’s girlfriend loaded into a van, which she drove up the oh so high mountain. “Since it’s just you two today we’re taking you up higher than normal,” Benny informed us.
            “Awesome!” I said, grinning.  
            “What brings you paragliding in Interlaken?” Peachy asked Dianne and me.
            Dianne answered first, saying, “Well, it’s my sixtieth birthday present to myself.”
            “Awe, Happy Birthday!” Peachy’s girlfriend said over her shoulder, then went back to focusing on the steep curvy road ahead.
            “Thank you,” Dianne nodded and then nudged me. “How ‘bout you Amanda?”
            “Oh,” I began, shrugging, “I’m just jumping off a mountain so that I have something interesting to write about on my blog,” which was true. I was just nineteen at the time, studying abroad in Florence, Italy.  My mom’s friends owned a hotel in Interlaken that she suggested I go visit during break. You see, I almost chickened out at first, too afraid to step outside of my comfort zone and travel by train from Florence to Interlaken all by myself, but I’m so glad I did or else I would not have had this amazing experience!
            As we continued driving up the increasingly narrow road, Dianne pointed out the window at a barely visible church that looked as if it was sitting on the very top of the mountain. “Oh, that’s not a church,” Benny told us. “It’s a restaurant… and we’re going higher than that.”
            Higher than that? I thought, shocked. How was that possible? I didn’t see anything beyond the restaurant, but sure enough when we got to our destination Benny had us look down the slope we were about to run off and there was the restaurant, just as small, only now below us instead of above. “Geez,” I murmured, stuffing my hands into my pockets to keep them warm.
            “Indeed,” Dianne agreed.
            As I turned to face her, something pinned to her chest caught the sunlight at just the right angle and blinded me. “Oh, sorry!” she laughed.
            “It’s ok,” I chuckled, reopening my eyes. “What was that?”
            Dianne walked up closer and in a way that wouldn’t blind me again, revealing a golden eagle pin, securely fastened to her cotton zip-up vest. She told me it was in representation of her husband, since she saw one on the day of his funeral. “So, whenever I see an eagle,” she explained, “it’s him watching over me.”
            At this period in my life I had been in and out of churches and my faith to doubt ratio did not look promising. Additionally, I was just beginning my degree in psychology where we obviously talked a lot about the brain and how if it were to be severely damaged a person’s personality could completely change. This often caused me great distress because it brought up the question: Do we have souls or are we merely chemicals? I desperately wanted to believe in guardian angels and souls and a higher power, but I just didn’t in that moment, so I forced a smile and told Dianne, “Oh wow, that’s cool.”
            Benny and Peachy laid the parachutes out flat against the slope, untangling all the thin ropes, and told us to get ready. Strapping us in so uncomfortably tight, I didn’t see how Peachy and I were going to successfully run down the slope of the mountain without tripping and subsequently dying. Needless to say my heartbeat picked up its pace, the pulsations vibrating in my throat.
Dianne and Benny took off before us, lifting into the air so easily I felt as if our chances of surviving were a tad more promising now. “Run as fast as you can,” Peachy said into my ear because that’s how closely strapped together we were. So I did—or rather we did, which honestly felt awkward since we weren’t actually going that fast, but soon enough we were flying.   
            Cool air bit at my cheeks and the tips of my ears. I felt weightless as we sailed above the colossal pine trees and several Swiss villages. Interlaken is a town between two lakes, Lake Thun and Lake Brienz, and connecting these two lakes is the Aar River. The water is this amazing turquoise color, which is complemented by the bright burnt orange leafed trees surrounding its shores. It was such an amazing sight, but then I thought about my mother who specifically told me over the phone not to go skydiving. Well, technically this wasn’t skydiving, but it did involve a parachute and the possibility of death. So, instead of enjoying the moment I thought of all the ways I could die—getting strangled in a tree, dropping from the sky, etc—but then Peachy shouted, “Look.”
            I wasn’t exactly sure where he wanted me to look, but below us I saw Benny and Dianne sailing closer to our landing sight. “Oh yeah,” I said, pointing down at them.
            “No,” Peachy told me, guiding my hand to the side to point at something else. My eyes followed and flying into the space between Diane and me were two eagles. I got chills, the good chills, and suddenly all my worries subsided because Dianne’s husband was watching over us, but then I realized that it was normally one eagle she saw. The other one I felt was for me, my own guardian angel, and whom that was supposed to be I did not know, all I knew was that I had one and for some reason that gave me peace of mind.  
            Whether or not you believe in guardian angels or souls or a higher power, I think the world is a much more preferable place to live in with faith rather than fear.

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