Well I set my mind to it and picked out the slate and purchased the tile saw I would need. Set everything up and got to work. My Dad gave me a lesson on the saw. He stood next to me as I cut my first tile and patted me on the back when I did it without killing myself or passing out. I on the other hand was euphoric. I'd beaten the saw!!! The fear was no longer bigger than me.
Fear had no power. I could do anything now. I could cut tile. I could cut boards. Oh there would be no stopping me! This taught me a bigger lesson though. I would never again let something like this have power over me. Kind of like a strange food. Give it a try you can always say you don't like and not eat it again ever. At least you haven't let fear take hold.
Here is the saw I didn't let beat me! ;) I got her pretty dirty but she was such a pretty yellow color.