Personal Narrative-The Deathly Afraid Of Bees

I have always been deathly afraid of bees. Just like the popular fears of spiders or heights, any flying stinging insect used to make me run for dear life. When I was about eight or nine, I mustered up enough courage to trap a bubble bee that lived in my front yard in my one of brother’s bug containers, a large clear plastic container with a magnifying glass as a lid. After observing the bee up close and learning more about bees’ role in pollination in school, I felt bad for the black and yellow striped fuzzy guy with tiny little wings. Its stinger was not a weapon nor was it trying to hurt me, the bee was just trying to do its job. I realized then and there that knowing more about a certain thing or subject can change my opinion and perspective

Learning about how the inner workings of our bodies function has always fascinated me ever since I could watch Grey’s Anatomy with my mom. It’s humbling thinking about how each and every human is only a collection of billions of microscopic cells that on their own would struggle to survive; but because cells work together and adapt to the environment, humans are able to move, think, and communicate sophisticatedly. I fractured my foot a few years ago during a basketball game. During the recovery process, I was starving and exhausted all the time. I mentioned it to our team's doctor and he explained that I was tired and hungry because my body was using more energy to heal my broken foot. Even though I could barely walk with crutches and a boot, he compared the energy consumption of the healing process to running two miles a day. It is amazing that the human body, a collection of billions of cells, can interpret and recognize messages from cells in the foot saying, “hey, something isn't right down here” and the rest of the body, from the specialized bone cells to the digestive system, reacts to help heal the body. It made me realize just how