Did You See the Guy Walk the Wire Across the Grand Canyon? I DIDN’T! John called me in from the kitchen but I’d heard what was on TV and I didn’t want to see.
I can stand quietly still in my living room, without the wind blowing, just stand there for minutes at a time, defying gravity, like a gymnast, THEN FALL OVER FOR NO REASON. Well, I think I know the reason but the fact remains for me that’s normal so I expect everyone to fall over. And I expect all kinds of doom.
In the fifties, families invited each other into their homes for dinner and when the other parents yelled at their kids, my brother and I cried. Every time Laurel, Hardy, or Shirley Temple approached suspense or conflict Don and I ran for our bedrooms yelling, “I can’t look!” AND John thought I wanted to see a guy walking across a big gap?
I no longer sing, “La la, La la, LA la” to cover the sound of suspense so I did hear how fascinated the world was to hear a long verbal pleading to God from the canyon crosser every second he was in the sky.
Don and I both would have ‘La La La-ed’ through this also as we were both miserable atheists when young. But each of us in our own time CONFRONTED THE FEAR that there might be a God and were both amazed, exhilarated, enlightened, and born again to find Him.  nancymauerman.com