i have feared death and/or serious bodily injury for as long as i can remember, and it only gets worse. it's an awful way to live. a few months ago, while walking on the sidewalk, a driver lost control of her car, drove across the sidewalk and crashed into a wall. since then, i have tried to avoid running on sidewalks, and never run against traffic.
last night, i went indoor rock climbing for the first time, and actually enjoyed it. came home, Googled "indoor rock climbing death," and pulled up a story about an EXPERIENCED rock climber from Texas who fell to her death indoors. i might never go again.
when i was a kid, we lived in two different houses. both times, my bedroom was directly in front of the steps. i hated that because i knew i'd be the first (only?) of my family members murdered if an intruder broke in.
read a story once about a person's cruise control not working. instead, the car accelerated, faster and faster, until it wrapped itself around a tree killing both the driver and passenger. to this day, i refuse to use cruise control when driving.
i could go on and on, literally forever, about the things i won't do or never will again; or the way i've avoided doing things i used to enjoy.
my biggest fear is flying, despite the statistics.