Tonight at Toastmasters Groningen I talked about how a fear of heights led me to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
Twice.
And one of the points of my kickass speech evaluator was that I needed to incorporate more facts. Which is true. I am *really* good at telling a story. At leveraging emotions. At entertaining.
And I am a total chicken shit when it comes to facts and statistics and dates.
Here’s where I admit that I hated history class.
The thing is. I totally looked up a bunch of awesome facts about fear and fear responses and the specific fear response that I exhibited on my way to skydive, nervous laughter.
And then I forgot them all.
GONE.
Like they went skydiving. Without a ‘chute.