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I've come to the conclusion we all have different fears but we all have fear in common.
About 7 or 8 years ago, I confronted two large male intruders and stood my ground when they were approaching me with their arms raised ready to punch me. I was stupid but I was so very angry that I felt I could take them on (one of them had kicked my little dog and she had screamed in pain). I even rushed at them in a rage and they ran away. Brave? No, just stupid and angry and protective.
I'd rather take on intruders than confront my fear of losing my independence.
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