Overcoming FearFor as long as I can remember I have had a chronic fear of high speed accidents and my best friend Joseph has never feared anything. If he had the chance he would throw himself from the Eiffel Tower. The day I would finally conquer my fear, I was in the backseat of Joseph's uncle's Ford Expedition, with the whole place to myself. If I turned my head I would see the large motorboat that the car was towing behind it. We were going to Delta Marina. Our plan was to go into the water with tubes. The only way to end our shift on the subway was to tip over and crash into the water. The road started to get rocky and there was a smell of wet wood in the air. Finally we reach the loading point of the cars with the boats. It wasn't until I was sitting on the boat wearing my life jacket and could hear the rippling water in the harbor that I realized how scared I was. I was shaking slightly, my hands were wet with sweat and I suddenly felt like I desperately had to go to the bathroom and the engine hadn't been started yet. I sat in the back of the boat, facing the bow. When I saw Joseph's uncle insert the key into the ignition I almost instinctively grabbed the closest thing to my hand. To my surprise I had grabbed the arm of Joseph who was sitting next to me. I backed away with great embarrassment. Joseph said jokingly, “Oh Adam, I didn't know you felt that way.” Then he laughed, but I was too caught up in my mistake to laugh or even notice that the engine had started. The sudden acceleration surprised me so much that I almost fell right away. It took a few seconds, but I got used to the speed and even began to find peace in the wind and the sound it made as it brushed past my ears. I sat in a very academic position with my hands clasped and my back straight. I looked at Joseph and saw him in a reclining position with one hand holding a drink and the other leaning over the side of the boat feeling the water as the boat pushed up in great waterfalls as it cut through the once calm currents.