Monday, 7 May 2012

Not This Little Yellow Duck - JH Mancy

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Not This Little Yellow Duck

JH Mancy

Tallebudgera, Queensland


Fear takes many forms. There is the niggling fear of visiting the dentist. Fear of failure. Success. Why would anyone fear that? My whole life I have longed for even a glimmer of it. That glimpse is within reach. I‘ve decided to take up the challenge. No more fence sitting. I am wrapping my fears in a little bundle and taking them up a mountain. Not a huge mountain, but a mountain nevertheless.

Into the bundle will go Fear of Ridicule. What if I trip over a rock? My sense of balance is dreadful. Fear of Heights – why, I can‘t manage more than three rungs up a ladder without becoming a quivering mess. Fear of Insects ... I have a severe allergy to jumper ant and tick venom. It is difficult to get quick treatment half way up a mountain. I can carry an Epi Pen (but I have a fear of injecting myself!).

By now I would have talked myself out of the entire adventure. Coins have two sides. The ‘flip‘ side has me training for the big event. Training mostly involves daily walks to improve my fitness level (sadly neglected over the years.)

It is quite hilly where I live in the beautiful Tallebudgera Valley. Never did I dream that I‘d consider hills an assett. A few years ago they‘d have had me grumbling under my breath. An exhausted wreck, gasping for air. And that‘s just the slight slope leading to my driveway!

Last weekend I did a practice walk on my mountain. I reached a little beyond the halfway point. Whilst on my climb my thoughts turned to World War Two – long before my time of course!

Rohan D Rivett, War Correspondent and Prisoner of War of the Japanese on the Burma*/Siam Railway, wrote a firsthand account of the atrocities and humiliation endured at this time. My respect for the prisoners’ achievements and horrendous sacrifice has grown enormously. My own small victories cannot compare, but help cement a truth. We are all capable of much more than we realise.

Training will continue. My plan is to disprove the adage some people like to quote to others of a certain age – ‘It‘s all downhill from here.‘

You‘ve not seen the last of me, Mount Warning. I‘m aiming for the pinnacle and that glorious sunrise view!

*Siam is now Thailand.

4 comments:

  1. Hi Jan, Lovely to see your work finally published here. You have been supporting Narrator from its inception and were very keen to see a Queensland edition. Now you have been published.
    Great story!! What's more - I know you have lived up to your promises. Mt Warning couldn't conquer you! :)

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    1. Thanks Robyn. Your comments are appreciated. You are right, Mt Warning hasn't conquered me. Sad to say I haven't conquered it... yet!
      My thanks to Narrator Magazine for your wonderful publication. I love reading all the contibutions, such a diversity of talent. I feel as though I'm amoungst friends.

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  2. Nice one Janet! A poignant reminder that we're all getting older; I completely empathise with being short of breath - it's the bane of my existence! Cheers, James

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    1. Thanks James. It is encouraging to read constructive comments.

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