I wonder what it’s like when real fear grips you. I’ve experienced fear, but never an all-encompassing, potentially life-changing or life-threatening fear. I hope never to experience that. In my limited exposure to fear, I seem to have a pattern of brain freeze, extreme myopia, and an absolute need to control, which tends to come out as anger. I don’t think I’d do well with real fear.
My younger son reminded me this past weekend of the time we were driving in Missouri and it began to rain so hard the windshield wipers were useless. The shoulder of the next underpass being already packed, we turned off at the next road, then off that road onto a farm lane. I began yelling at my husband that not only couldn’t we see but we’d be stuck forever in the mud. I didn’t ask which part of the episode my son remembered.
