I really wanted to do something to help with the current refugee crisis and the people living in dangerous and dire conditions; however working full-time and having a young family I find it near on impossible to make it to the warehouse for sorting days or have the ability to help in practical ways by giving my time. Therefore, after persuasion from Amy, I decided I’d challenge myself to abseiling down the Jury’s Inn to raise much needed funds.
Having previously enjoyed climbing and bouldering as a student I honestly thought it would be a relatively modest challenge for me, that was until I got to the bottom, looked up and realised quite how high it actually was, suddenly I was terrified!
Waiting in the hotel after registering I think I made everybody nervous pacing about in circles, well either nervous or dizzy!
Then what seemed like forever standing on the top of the Jury’s Inn, looking anxiously at the rooftops of Derby City Centre, watching person after person disappear off the side of the building knowing soon I would have to do the same. Quickly conversations turned from general chit-chat to ‘wouldn’t this be a great way to die’. On seeing the colour drain from my face and my courage ebbing away my fellow abseilers decided to turn my attention elsewhere and remind me why I was doing it.
So after opting to be the first one to go from our group it was at last my turn. Sitting on the edge of the building I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable, my eyes went from my harness (did I really put this on properly?) to the knots (does this guy really know what he’s doing?) and back again. Why was I doing this? I’ve got 2 children that need me!! Oh yes – the refugees! Mothers, children, siblings just like me, living in or running from terror. My fear was fleeting and tame in comparison to theirs. Just look at me surrounded by support and love and being so fortunate that I get to put myself through this as a challenge!
So I forced myself over the edge, heart racing – it seemed to go on and on. I couldn’t bear to ‘look around, enjoy the view’ I heard from above, yet I somehow felt compelled to avoid putting muddy footprints on the windows as I passed each one. The brain is a strange thing when it’s in a state of fear.
The relief of touching the ground was immense, and I felt proud of myself not only for actually going over the edge (the worst bit) but for raising nearly £100 for a fantastic cause, my way of making a positive difference.
So Thank you Amy for giving me the push (not literally) and for everybody who sponsored me or simply wished me luck or came to watch us all.