Weird thing is heights in and of itself do not bother me - once I'm at the top I'm great! Metal grate stairs are the worst - those and the steps that there's nothing between each step but air.

I'm the same way - if I've gone somewhere and started to climb, I'm going to keep climbing and I'll climb down with me bumping my heel against every step and holding the rail.

That was the last straw with me and her - I had been dealing with her all week making fun of me and I couldn't figure out how to stand up for myself. With my fear and panic, when she and her friends started laughing at me, my fist went flying. I'm not proud (nor of the words I said to her that night in Jerusalem) but it got the job done.