Inch by Inch

Some days at the Y, the water in the swimming pool is shockingly cold.  On those days, some of my friends just jump right in and get it over with.  I go in very slowly, inch by inch, until I'm finally the whole way into the water.  My friends tell me I need to take the plunge and it will be easier to get used to it. But, I resist.

However, this inch by inch deal reminds me of a story my dad liked to tell about his mom treating a sick pig when he was a young boy.  The pig was sick. They didn't know what ailed it, but a neighbor told my grandma that he had heard that if they would cut a bit of the pig's tail off, it would cure it.  (Why they believed that is beyond me!)  But Grandma cut a bit of the pig's tail off. The pig did not get better.  Then she decided that she hadn't cut enough of the tail off and she cut a bit more off.  I'm not sure how many times she did this, but the pig did not get well.  It died.

Dad thought she might as well have cut the tail off once and not inch by inch.

I wonder if I should take my friends advice and jump into the cold water.  It might be worth a try.

I'll see if I can work up my courage (inch by inch) to take the plunge!

Posted by: NJ on 8/2/2008 9:15:38 AM , 1 comments