Why Is It That When We Start to Feel a Little Nervous, We Have to Go?

remember, as a child, going down to my basement to play. It was quiet and a little spooky to me, but that's where my toys and games were. It seemed that almost every time I went down those stairs, I would get this nervous feeling. "Oh, no!" I had to go. So I ran upstairs and into the only toilet we had in the house.

Why is it that when we start to feel a little nervous, we have to go?

My Aunt Maria, an old German woman, came for a visit from Germany. As we know, traveling seems to get us a little out of sync with our bowel habits. Well, this poor woman couldn't have a bowel movement for nearly a week. She was so miserable.

One day my Mom and I took her sightseeing. We went up to the John Hancock Center in Chicago. Soon after we reached the top (one hundred floors up) and saw the wonderful view, my Aunt said, in an urgent voice, "Where is the restroom!?" There was a look of fear and terror in her eyes. So we quickly rushed her off to the restroom, where she finally dropped the bomb.

She came out of that restroom with the most relaxed and pleasant smile on her face. To this day, whenever I get a little stopped up, I say to my Mom: "I think I need to take a trip up to the John Hancock Center." And she knows what I mean.