Maybe George Michael was right. We gotta have faith!
Sometimes I embark on some adventures that may seem a bit loony.
I remember standing in a line of people watching a 7 foot shark swimming slowly along the beach. When he was a good distance away, I slowly ENTERED the water. Why? Because the water was fairly clear and sharks in August are plentiful at my beach. The shark was not aggressive. He was just looking for some fish along the trench.
Was I apprehensive? Of course! No one wants to be physically harmed. However, the feeling I had told me that I would make it home minus a trip to the emergency room.
I am sure when a stunt man does something that many feel would be crazy; he feels apprehension and maybe even some fear. It would be foolish to set up a tight rope at 11:00 and at 11:45 jump straight on to it and try to cross a ravine. Just like it would be foolish to meet a person at the bus stop who informs you they are “The Master of the Universe” and you walk them across the street to sign your deed over to them along with your money. Faith is not about blind acceptance.
Faith means having doubts. Faith means being nervous. Faith means being informed. Faith means making decisions. Faith means after doubting, preparing, and studying; you then believe you are capable of doing something that might seem not correct on the outside.
Faith means that while everyone is paddling out to escape; you hear that inner voice that tells you to turn around because you can do it. You believe in yourself. Your training. Your equipment. Your knowledge.
Then you go!