When I was 6 years old, my father insisted I was ready to ride my bicycle without training wheels. I was comfortable riding around our neighborhood on my hot-pink bike outfitted with multicolored tassels hanging from the handle bars and the extra set of training wheels bolted on the back. Although I knew it was time to give up that added security, I was absolutely terrified.
“What if I fall and get hurt? What if I wreck my bike?”
It’s interesting how all of the “what-ifs” rise to the surface and stop us dead in our tracks.
