Elevators

Its kinda funny. I have all these plans to write a blog during the week. Then I am so tired when I get home from work that I begin to feel a little on the lazy side. Later, as I begin to settle in for bed, I finally begin to find the strength to write. I open the computer and then wonder what my family and friends have put on their blogs and by the time I am done reading them I am ready to drift off to sleep! Tonight, I am doing things a little differently. I am writing first and then reading! I'll consider your blogs as my night time story if you will. So I will thank you in advance!

Now that I have rambled on for a paragraph about nothing related to elevators, I'll get on with it. I used to be terrified of elevators. There was a time in my life when I was obsessed with earthquakes and I was sure that I would be in an elevator when an earthquake hit and then plummet to my death! My family can tell you of all the mean tricks they played on me with that fear of mine- (that's right- Mom! :))

When I was younger, I went to California with my mom, brother, aunt, and cousins. I remember one morning getting ready to go somewhere fun and getting on the elevator. Being in california only heightened my fear of earthquakes(which I am sure made it a fun trip for all involved)So I was a little afraid to go in one. On the way down we reached our desired floor and the doors didnt open. We could hear people on the other side, but we were trapped! I soon began to feel the walls close in and I remember thinking- this is it! The very moment I have worried about my whole life!" and I began to prepare to plummet. I think I grasped the handle bars and closed my eyes. The doors then opened- Not wanting to risk them shutting again, I ran out as quickly as I could. From that point on, I never wanted to set foot on an elevator. I used stairs whenever I could. I was actually prob. the most in shape then I have ever been! Over the years, my fear has gone away and I can get on the elevators without trembling. I still think that it is odd that we put so much trust in a steal box thatlowers and raises all day long. But oh well.

Well, I had no instances with elevators--until friday. I got in the elevators on the 4th floor- just like every other day- and pushed #1. I was alone as I began my decent downward. We passed 3 then 2 and stopped on 1. but the doors didnt open- again! Panic began to set in! Do I push the emergency button?! Do I scream for help?! All these thoughts were rushing in my mind when all of a sudden I started going back up! The only thought that I had in my mind was on Charlie and the chocolate factory when the elevator they are in goes shooting through the roof. Surly, that wasnt going to happen, but I wondered if I was going to be stuck in the elevator and go up and down all day long! We went up the the 5th floor where a man got on and asked me to push #1. Stunned and shocked- as was prob demonstrated by an open mouth and blank stare- I pushed 1 again and then said, well I hope it opens this time! To which he gave me a very random look and I explained what happened. As we approached the first floor, I prepared to go shooting up to another floor again. Luckily, this time the doors opened and just like when I was 10 I ran out as fast as I could. I now hesitate as I get on those elevators. I might just have to take up stair walking again!