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How I Found Freedom from Fear

Condensed from Independent Woman
Margaret Lee Runbeck
Author of "Our Miss Boo" and "Time for Each Other"

WHEN I was graduating from high school I was a very self-conscious and awkward child. But by reason of sheer brute scholarship I found myself on the platform during the earth-shaking commencement exercises with the valedictory speech seething in my frightened little head.
Our class was ranged along the stage of the auditorium, and down below us in a dizzy, blurred sea of drowning faces were our parents. Among them were mine, my mother's blessed forefinger still pricked from the thousands of tiny handstitches she had put into my graduating dress, my father spending one of his precious day's leaves in order to witness the great event. If I disgraced them today-as I most likely should-I couldn't possibly forgive myself.
It had been arranged that we four dry-mouthed performers-the class prophet, the valedictorian, the class poet and the grind who was to be given a university scholarship-were to sit in conspicuous segregation in the center of the stage. Having to mumble a speech was horror enough, but having to sit there where all could gaze upon my plumpness and the fever blister which had popped out from sheer terror was agony unbearable.
To make the whole thing worse, next to me was an empty chair for the invited speaker who was to deliver our Commencement Address. My English teacher had said firmly that I must chat cordially with him during the few minutes before the exercises started. It would show the audience how completely at ease everyone was, she said. This, of course, was the final ordeal, for what could I possibly find to say to a strange grownup?

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