I had to overcome many irrational fears during my life, some of them with a terrible story behind them, like my fear of elevators or my fear of bridges. But what scares me most of all is death.
I’m a person of faith, and I believe in a life beyond this one and believe that one has to be good to reach everlasting happiness with God. I’m afraid I’m a failure. I’ve tried to do my best, love my neighbors, avoid any kind of hatred, and don’t hurt anybody. But I can see many bad habits in me. I can’t control it no matter how much I try. Maybe it is my depression that makes me see things so dark. Or not. Maybe the whole thing is scary enough.
Anyway, I think my Lord is a Loving Father who has given me many things in my life, and I’m afraid to disappoint him for dilapidate his gifts when my time arrives.
In answer to Fandango’s Provocative Question: What do you fear the most?
Not knowing you, I cannot say. But from the things you have written about, I see a good person.
Thank you, Mr. Bump. Your kind words are encouraging me.
Good. Look at your post yesterday. Is that the post of an uncaring person?
No. You’re right. I care a lot for the people who suffer.
See? all I did was to point that out to you. But it was there all along.