Most of contestants are willing to sacrifice their dignity for sake of prize money. So what does that imply? It implies that with proper mindset, determination, and will power, you can conquer your fear.

Everyone has some sort of fear. It may be brought about by any one or more of following reasons.

1) by a traumatic past incident (like being bitten by a dog) 2) by influence of other people 3) by their own negative way of thinking

But are you going to let fear take over your life? Will you remain a hostage of your fear forever?

You must take necessary steps to overcome your fright. It's all in mind.

Do you envy other people when you see them enjoying wild rides, and you're just stuck in a corner because you're too terrified to give it a try? My suggestion is to face your fear head-on. Imagine yourself enjoying experience instead of exaggerating things that make you worry. (Unless of course you have health problems, then taking wild rides may not be a good idea).

I Am Healthy By Kay Kopit It is amazing to be able to say that! I will say it again, “I am a whole, happy, healthy, loving woman.” I was sick for first 40 years of my life. Like millions of other human beings I grew up immersed in family disease of alcoholism. For generations it has plagued my family. The unbalanced life I led is so common in our society; I didn’t know anything was wrong. I was a participant in chaos, confusion, neuroses, pain and suffering, which is present in dysfunctional families. I call it The Dance of Death.

I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri in community of Clayton. The only memories I have of my father are when he would beat my brother and me with his belt so severely my clothes would cling to bloody strap marks on my legs. He would make us wait for our “punishment” in our room before he dealt ugly blows. My mother closed her eyes to what was happening. Both of them partied on weekends where I would find empty highball glasses scattered all over living room. I had holes in soles of my shoes while my mother would model a new diamond cocktail ring, winnings from a weekly poker game. My dad was also a compulsive gambler. He died at age of 45 when I was nine years old.

My mother attracted another alcoholic to her life soon after my father’s death. They had a symbiotic, codependent and alcoholic relationship. Every ten days they would consume a case of scotch, which was delivered to our apartment from local liquor store. My mother never appeared drunk but she was distant, selfish and narcissistic. My stepfather’s disease had progressed to point he was visibly drunk most evenings. His attitude was condescending, nasty and self-righteous. He was verbally abusive and drove his car while intoxicated on many occasions. When I think back to that period of my history I remember keeping my personal life secret!!! I was ashamed of their behavior. I pretended all was well and I began developing neurotic habits for self-preservation.

In my teens I danced several days after school, participated in theater groups, worked in a department store and had creative life in my head. I imagined way I wanted my world to be and was in denial as to truth in front of me. I became obsessive, compulsive and an over achiever. Because I worked so hard I accomplished a lot for a young girl but reality was it was inspired by fear, insecurity and a need for control.