The only thing we have to fear may not be fear itself

The Only thing We have to fear is Fear itself

Oh President Roosevelt, FDR for those who are keeping track, I wish you were truly right. It would be wonderful if life really conformed to your words...but alas, not really.

Tonight as we were dropping my cousin and his girlfriend off at the airport, the entire time I was petrified of people driving around us. Everytime a car would swerve in front of us or someone would cut it close when changing lanes, I freaked out. I thought to myself: Umm...Seth...you've been a drive for two years now, why are you freaking out?

It was about a year ago that my friend Trish and I (told ya she was going to come up in these posts a lot) were driving back to college and we got involved in a minor traffic accident. However, the events leading up to the accident were terrifying. To miss a car that stopped suddenly, we swerved into the shoulder of the interstate. We came to a stop, we were a little shaken up. Then all of a sudden, Trish screams out something. And then BOOM. Her foot was on the brake and thank god we didn't go flying into the car in front of us. Needless to say, I was scarred to death. My neck had a spasm and immediately locked up. Soon, parents were being called, panic was ensuing, police driving to our location...not something I ever wanted to be thinking of telling the grandbabies. After all that was said and done, we started driving again and a tractor trailer switches lanes, almost clipping us in the process.

To say that I was unnerved was an understatement. I trust Trish with my life and she did absolutely nothing wrong. It was everyone else.

The incident sort of left my mind, kind of became the not so funny but has some humor story to tell coworkers and other pals. I came home again and drove, had no problem.

But for some reason, this whole entire week, I have been worrying and quite literally fearing I'm going to get into an accident. When anyone is in the car, my panic goes up even more.

When trying to tell my Mom about it, I got embarrassed because this shouldn't be happening. I'm not one to kowtow to fear and label myself a victim. FAR FROM IT. Doing that is saying I'm weak.


Or could it?


What do you think readers? Do you think FDR was right that we have nothing to fear but fear itself? Or is fear sometimes legit? I would love to hear YOUR comments.

As always, rock it out!

Seth