After Mr. P's father passed away, I knew I should go to the funeral. I mean, I didn't know his father or anything but I felt I needed to be there for him. I wasn't sure how I was going to make that happen because of my freak fear.
While at work I called a co-worker/classmate/friend (Leslie) to talk about work and the subject of Mr. P came up. We both wanted to be there for him. She didn't know if she could work it out (she's a teacher) and I have this embarrassing personality problem.
After she was able to work out her schedule (having another teacher watch her class), I swallowed my pride and fessed up with my social problem.
It was a great move. She was SO helpful.
On the way to the visitation we had a great talk. When we got there she stepped out in front; smiling, shaking hands, giving hugs and condolences. I smiled, gave hugs and let her do the talking. When Mr. P, Leslie and I were alone all felt good (with my panic anyway).
I am so glad God laid out the steps for me to call Leslie. I would not have been able to show my support to Mr. P without her supporting me. I most likely would have backed out with yet another excuse.
It meant a lot to him that we were there. It meant a lot to me that Leslie helped me fight the phobia.
God and friends - the best way to help you out of a funk.