Since I was a kid, I\u2019ve been terrified that something was hiding under my bed at night. The idea of a mysterious presence lurking in the dark filled me with fear, so I decided to get help and visited a psychiatrist to share my worries.<\/p>\n
With a comforting smile, he said, \u201cTrust me for a year\u2014come see me three times a week, and we\u2019ll get rid of those fears.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cOkay, but what\u2019s the cost?\u201d
\u201c$80 per session,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
I paused and said, \u201cI\u2019ll think it over and come back if I need to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Six months later, I ran into him on the street. He asked, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you follow up about your fears?\u201d
I laughed, \u201c$80 a session, three times a week, for a year\u2014that\u2019s a lot! A bartender cured me for just $10. I was so thrilled with the savings, I even bought a new SUV.\u201d<\/p>\n
Curious, he asked, \u201cHow did a bartender manage that?\u201d
I grinned, \u201cHe told me to saw off the bed legs\u2014now, there\u2019s nobody hiding under there!\u201d<\/p>\n
This story shows how sometimes the simplest, even silly, solutions can help us conquer our fears\u2014reminding us that humor can be a powerful way to face what scares us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"