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Trains and baseball? They don't scare me. Yeah right.

This is a year of me facing many fears. Deep water is not my friend and yet I'm going on a cruise. Heights and I are not on great terms but I'm going on a ship which is quite tall. What was I thinking when I booked the cruise? I'm going to New York City in February and most likely the top of the Empire State Building will be on the agenda. Brilliant Tracey. I have these deep rooted fears and yet I do everything I can to really aggravate them.

Deep water and heights I believe I can cope with but I've decided to do something in August that has me panicked already. The cruise coordinator has arranged to have a Twilight night at a Mariners game the night before we set sail. It's no secret that I'm a diehard Twilight fan. If I have the funds and chance to do something that involves Twilight...I'm in. Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that I was very close to losing my life at a Mariners game June 18, 2005. I was standing next to a man who lost his that night.

It will be 5 years in June that the accident happened. I need to face this. I need to get past the vivid images that go through my mind every time I'm near Safeco field. I need to stop seeing his body laying crumpled on the ground. I need to let the survivors guilt go. I will be surrounded by a lot of friends that night but there is one person that I truly will need there...even if she doesn't go to the game. She reads this blog and she may know I'm talking about her but...Bean...I'm going to need you that night. You don't have to go to the game if you don't want to. I just need you.

A year of facing fears. Hopefully I will overcome them. If not...I still have friends by my side to support me and get me through. I can't ask for more than that.

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