She once told me she was a coward. She was afraid of getting hurt. She was so fearful of being wounded. So she was never able to ride a bicycle.
With me staying beside her, she felt confident she would be safe. I was teaching her to ride a bike. I told her not to be afraid of anything, hold the handles firmly, keep her body steady and be at ease while her feet kept pedaling continually. I told her to look ahead to some distance. I was right here behind her, holding the bike. Dont be afraid of falling.
Her power of pedaling drove the bike ahead. I trotted behind her but with my hand going free from the bike. It just went ahead. There was neither fall nor her loss of balance. She laughed a cheerful laughter for she could ride a bike for a long distance.
Once I overtook her and said that I didnt hold the bike any more, the bike fell down immediately. I told her I didnt even hold the bike since the bike began to move ahead. She wondered how she was able to pedal.
I told her she was able to do it because of her confidence.
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