Flight to Darwin, number 3105, now boarding

White knuckles, sweaty palms, this single female genital organ in a line of 9 is my only safe z iodine, all of five minutes and we be inseparable. This a chin upg fear, holding me down to my seat, my safe zone. Final call for flight number 3105 to Darwin. This was the day, this was the time, and this was the place where I came face to face with my biggest fear. Glued to my seat, I thought why? Why am I so afraid? Why am I sitting here, in an airport terminal unable to egg on from this relatively uncomfortable, plastic seat?Its non right. I look to my surrounding, fellow flyers. Children, the elderly, mothers and fathers, all volitionally ascending from their relatively uncomfortable seats, to board a completely reliable aeroplane. Such a minuscular task in ones life journey, and I cant even stem up. A crippling fear of flying has left me without dignity and fortitude, ashamed and embarrassed. But my thoughts are stop by the substantial sound of one of the flight attendants. Sir? she says, is everything ok?Your flight is here for you, a dim reply on my behalf indicates that im not ok, parking herself on the seat next to me she utters, theres nothing to be afraid of, the skies are blue, no winds in sight, a simple, scare-free rubberneck. Im trying, I genuinely am, but I just cant work up the courage to get up and board that god damn plane I attempt to explain. She returns with Nelson Mandela once said that courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.The brave military man is not he who does not olfactory modality afraid, but he who conquers that fear. I dont know what happened there and then, but a strong epiphany occurred in that infant mind state I was entranced by, I wasnt without courage because of my fear of flying, I was without courage because I wasnt doing anything to overcome that fear. For a flight attendant, you are one keen woman I proclaimed to her. She just smiled at me and walked on to the plane, as if she knew I w ould keep her steps.Three deep breathes, to calm myself and double as a countdown as I rise. Stand up, chin up and smile from ear to ear. What seems worry such a pocket-sized achievement to most, a small step in a day to day activity, was an accomplishment of immense proportions for me. Forwarding to the gates of the plane, I get my ticket scanned, and travel down the seemingly elongated tunnel connecting to the side of the plane, greeted by the wise attendant I embrace her luminescent, comforting aura and place myself into my allocated seat.A somewhat comfortable seat, welt exterior, cushioned interior, cup holders, earphone input, food tray and pillow. A reassuring safety speech enlightens the paranoia. The pleasant smiles happy from the flight attendants render that this trip will be like any other average trip no interruptions, no problems, no worries. But the slightest of fear was still sneaking through my mind, past the comforting seats, past the safety speeches, and past the wise flight attendant, and the clenching noise the doors made as they sealed unsympathetic only boosted fear through my veins.At that point in time a few traditional deep breathes were my only remedies I could think of, but not nearly enough. This time though, I was a wiser man, recalling what the flight attendant quoted. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. Replaying it over and over in my head, like a broken record. Courage is not the absence of fear And on and on Until I looked to the expect of the plane, chip up, a few more deep breathes and smiled An hour and I half later, no interruptions, no problems, no worries. I walked off that plane, proud. A feeling like never before, a feeling of sure courageousness. And standing there just outside that Darwin Airport in the taxi zone, I thought closely how this is my new safe zone, my serenity until a new challenge awaits, however great or little it may be, it is nothing compared to the courage of ones soul.