About 8 years ago a friend of mine walked into our MMA class with scrapes all over his legs.
“I wrestled alligators this weekend.”
Wait, anyone can just go wrestle alligators? Ok, I’m interested.
8 years later …
My youngest son is 6. He’s also afraid to ride his bike. His two younger sisters can ride their bikes, but for some reason he is too afraid to ride.
I can either
- Tell/push him to have courage, to be brave.
- Show him what it means to have courage, to be brave.
I chose #2, and chose alligator wrestling to do that.
Yeah, maybe it was being a bit stupid, but for this point let’s go with brave. 🙂
I Almost Quit 10 Minutes In
When you start alligator wrestling they put you in this smaller pool with 3-4 footers, and a variety of snapping turles.
“Don’t step right there … snapping turtle right under your foot.”
First words from the trainer.
“What did I get myself into???”
Based on the pictures below you can see that you have to corner these gators a bit and then GO ALL IN and grab their necks. “If you hesitate you will get bit.” “Ok …”
I remember looking at my father-in-law who was there and saying “This was a dumb idea, I’m just gonna watch.”
Then I looked over at my two boys. They had this “You can do it, Dad” look on their faces.
How am I gonna tell my son to be brave and ride his bike when I’m chickening out. So, grabbing gators we went.