Daddy, Can You Help Me?

One day I was sitting at my desk. I am not sure what I was doing but I can guess it was either Facebook or maybe Facebook or it could have been Facebook. Honestly, that is not the point of this story anyway.

As I was sitting there playing on Facebook I thought I heard something. But it was one of those instances where I quickly dismissed it and continued what I was doing.

Many years ago I was walking along and thought I heard something but ignored it. Come to find out what I heard was the clip holding my keys to my belt failing. I remember the day clearly, I even stopped when I heard it but quickly dismissed it. That day, after I tried to go home and had no keys to do so, I learned to trust my instincts. I made a decision that from then on when I felt or heard something out of place I was going to stop and take inventory of myself and my surroundings.

On this day I had that feeling that something was off so I took off my headsets and continued on with whatever I was doing, Facebook. Then it happened again. A feeling that I was missing something. This time I stopped what I was doing and looked around. When nothing was out of place I sit quietly just long enough to hear "Daddy can you help me"

It was coming from the end of the hall and being so faint my stomach dropped. As the flood of thoughts about what could be happening to one of my girls hit me I was already out of my chair and down the hall.

I am about to share a deep dark family secret with you so make sure you are paying attention. One of my children has an issue with spiders. I call it an issue but it is more like a full-blown subscription to fear town. As I rounded the corner to her now ajar door I heard her again asking for help only to find her paralyzed with fear, standing in her room staring at a spider on one of her bedposts.

Her distress was caused by the fact that to get out of the room she would have to walk past the spider and she just couldn't make herself do it. She did somehow muster up enough courage to inch her door open when I didn't come on the first couple of calls.

Later we laughed, after I dispatched the spider with extreme prejudice, about how trying to open the door put her closer to the spider than she would have gotten if she just walked out the door.