Going back, I told myself that I won't go home without riding on it. I was on the sixth floor and the entrance is on the second so a few floors would really make my senses go up. Cowardice is never on my list but eventually, I gave way- fifth floor it is. After going a floor down, I told myself that I could and should do it. A lot of people passed while I stayed affright in the corner. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty and I knew that I was going nowhere. On the thirtieth minute (yes, I did time myself) I summoned myself up and when the door opened, I immediately asked the liftman if it is scary to ride on it (silly, I know). He immediately picked up on why I stood there for a long time and told me that no, it is okay. He told me to calm down and relax- also said by the office lady in front of me. When the door closed I panicked and reached for the man's shoulder (he was sitting) and he held my hand tightly, like a father would. My other hand grasped on the handle bars while I'm astride. Imagine my wacky pose with matching winced eyes. When I felt that we are going down, I shook and waited if I'll hyperventilate, but alas, I didn't. For a split second I felt ridiculous for being scared just because of that because we had a smooth sailing. When we alighted, the office lady told me, "Conquer your fears. You can do it."-and yes ma'am, proudly so. It may sound funny but my eyes became teary. I don't  care if people find this petty but for me it is a big deal.  It kind of symbolizes my capability to conquer whatever is on my way. However, I wouldn't want to overwhelm myself so for now, baby steps.