I was asked to jump into a river. I said, "I cannot swim". I was told, "You can". I said again, " No, I cannot". I was told again, "of course you can." I was worried, "What if I die!" I was assured " Don't worry you won't die." I said, "I am scared!". I was consoled, "we are there.".
Worried, scared, and extremely panicked, I jumped into the the river. Truly speaking, I did not know how to swim. I could only remember the assurance "We are there", and I noticed the same. They were there- each one of them but only to laugh at my ignorance. Struggle. Breathlessness. Panic. I was drowning. I decided to give it a last try. I tried to swim. I tried to spread myself like wings and swim. First stroke was a failure. Second stroke was unsuccessful too. But steadily my body was trying to swim and finally at my utmost surprise I was swimming. I was alive UNEXPECTEDLY. I was extremely happy and wanted to thank everyone who had asked me to jump into the river. I went to thank them, remembering the voice, "You can... of course you can." I was shocked - they were there,  I was there. They could speak even now. I could swim now as they had spoken. Things were almost the same except some jumbling of words. Only that now, "You can" had become "How can you?" "How could you?"
Anyway, I was shattered but more confident than ever.
(You must have noticed  repeated use of the first person pronoun,'I' in my writing.)
A voice had once said, "Fools always talk in first person". That voice was not a fool for sure. I am thankfully a fool. I don't throw people in misery and laugh at them. So should not I be a little proud be a fool?