A Lesson in Overcoming Fear: Optimism for Turbulent Times
Now we were all Pavlov's dogs. When the mailman showed up, we started drooling. The next box overflowed with dozens of fortune cookies, all with little slips of paper inside with my name on them: "Lois, you'll make a fortune in Las Vegas" and "Lois: Good friends, good times, good fortune in Vegas," and so on.
Then another box from Nana, filled this time with decadent chocolate brownies. They were even better than Nana's cookies.
Now, I was getting excited about the trip (plus a sugar high).
Just before I left for Las Vegas, a golden box of Leonides Chocolates arrived. By now I was worried that the airline might consider me personally to be overweight baggage, so I saved the chocolates until I got back.
Amy and friends were at the airport. There was only one rule: No asking about activities, but Amy did ask if there was anything I couldn't do. I narrowed my long, long list down to no bungee jumping, please. Then it was off to a whirlwind of amazing shows, meals and Vegas attractions. This was great!
And then one morning a limo picked us up for a special surprise. This had my stomach jumping, because Amy said we'd be away for a long while and told us to wear sneakers.
With some trepidation I got into the limo, and it felt like the rest of the group was in on the secret. I didn't have a clue, but bungee jumping crossed my mind. Then the car pulled into an airfield, over where they keep the helicopters. Helicopters?
Sure, we're flying over to the Grand Canyon. Whattt?!
I begged. I pleaded. I said I'd wait for them to get back. Barbara de la Riva calmed me down. This was going to be fine, and I was going to love it and she had never heard of a chopper crashing down the Canyon.