A Fate Worse than Death
I used to hear all the time that, when polled, the average American had two greatest fears. The first was public speaking and the second was death. I used to feel the same way when I was a kid. I would rather be dead than speak in public.
Occasionally in elementary school, the teacher would ask a question to the whole class and then go around the room and have each student answer. I would tremble in fear, dreading the moment when it would be my turn to say something in front of the whole class, even if it only required a one word answer. Five minutes would stretch into an eternity. As my turn drew closer, my heart would beat faster, my palms would start to sweat, my hands would shake. I couldn’t even listen to what was being said because I had to formulate my answer over and over in my head so I wouldn’t mess it up. Every inch of me was rigid, awaiting the dreaded moment I would have to say something in front of every person in the class. When it was finally my turn, I would inevitably say it too softly and the teacher would make me repeat it louder.
Fortunately, as I’ve grown up I have somewhat overcome my fear of public speaking, but not completely. I still get nervous. My heart still beats faster and faster as my time to speak approaches. I will never be a stand up comedian or one of those motivational NFL speakers, but at least I don’t have a nervous breakdown when I stand up to speak. That is an accomplishment for me.