Is the fear a holdover from childhood experiences growing up in a house with a burglar alarm? Or is it common to fear being locked in one’s place of employment??
Now before you start going all Dr. Freud on me, it really has nothing to do with where I work as I had the same concern in my last two positions. Since my study has always been on the second floor of the building, I am afraid that everyone will leave for the night and, not realizing that I was still in the building, set the alarm, and lock the door.
Silly, no? You tell me.
9 Elul. 8:55pm. Making headway on research for her Rosh HaShanah sermon, Frume Sarah hears the sound of the security alarm being set. Her nightmare was coming true. “Hello? Hello? I’m still here!!” To no avail. The alarm was set. The door was shut. And Frume Sarah could not recall whether or not motion detectors had been installed in her study.
Trying to maintain her position, and grateful for voice-activation, Frume Sarah calls BossGiraffe.
FrumeSarah: Did no one notice the car in my parking spot?
BossGiraffe: I saw it. And the light in your study. Are you still at work?
FrumeSarah: Yes. Yes, I am. And now I’m the only one here. I’ve been locked in the building.
BossGiraffe: Really? Are you sure?
FrumeSarah: Pretty sure.
BossGiraffe: Hmmmm. Well, do you want me to come down there?
Well, I certainly wasn’t calling just to chit-chat…
One of my long-held fears actually came true. And it wasn’t nearly as frightening as I had imagined all of these years. In fact, it was kind-of funny. So much wasted energy on something that had no lasting or negative repercussion.
Maybe that’s how it is with much of what we dread. Imagination is powerful. What if what we envision is far worse than the reality? And what if, knowing that, we fear just a little less.