It was raining. I felt like going out in the rain but then didn’t follow the idea. As I was sitting in my room, looking out of the window and telling myself that I should be studying right now, I saw something move on the floor. When I looked hard, there was nothing.
A few minutes later, from under my bed appeared a slimy, neck-less, triangular headed, three and half inches, green colored monster. A frog.
In my science book of grade 2( or maybe, it was grade 1), there was one big picture of a frog. I always used to avoid opening that page. Just the sight of that picture would make me feel nauseated.
Then I grew up and with that, my disgust became fear. Thankfully we didn’t see much frogs where we lived, even during rainy season (just lizards!), so my life was peaceful.
The real test of my bravery came up in grade 12. In biology lab, one day I was asked to pin the frog on the wax and make an incision. My hands were shaky, as were my legs. But, that’s life. It does come up with difficult times and you have to prove yourself. You can always run away, but it was then that I made a choice. To stand on my grounds, with honor. It was a war, between me and my fears, and I was a warrior. The frog was neatly dissected and all the organs were clearly exposed. My moment of glory was achieved. I had won.
Next moment, I had punctured one of its lungs. Poor thing wasn’t dead after all, just unconscious.
Today, when I saw a frog in my room, I didn’t shriek, jump or even feel disgusted. Instead, I just kept sitting and watched it go out of the door. I even told myself that this one is actually cute.
- MORAL OF THE STORY: WHATEVER (OR WHOEVER) YOU ARE AFRAID OF, YOU JUST HAVE TO STAB IT, PULL OUT ITS ORGANS AND KILL IT IF NECESSARY……. LIKE A WARRIOR!