So, here she stands, at the edge of her fear. She contemplates if she has what it takes to jump. She carefully moves to the end to see how far down she is going to fall. After a careful evaluation, she decides it best not to jump. Through the course of the evening I watched her repeat this process, only to return to the dock, unsuccessful each time. Then, the unthinkable happens right in front of my eyes. She is pushed. She had been working up the courage to jump, and instead of faith and patience, she received a careless shove. She came up out of the water in tears, with fear in her eyes. My heart broke for my precious P. She is my child, and is inclined to the same fear struggles that her mama has walked with for 32 years. I don't remember if her Daddy had a lot of words to say to her, but I do remember what happened next. You see, his style was always example with few words....
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