Day Four

So what was the real reason that brought me here to my desk and this little leather-bound book? Fear, if I’m going to be honest with myself (and that’s what diaries are all about, aren’t they, opening your heart and being honest?). Fear. Geez, I hate that word. “You have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Who said that? I can’t remember, but it doesn’t make sense, does it? When you’ve got fear, it’s usually for a good reason. Usually means somebody’s going to do harm to you, or take something away from you that you need or love. Fear is normal, isn’t it? A part of life. Only problem is, it makes your legs go to jelly. Not to mention your mind, whizzing around in panic like chickens with a fox loose in the coop. Fear makes you useless. Still, I always remember the quote from that lady who was deaf, dumb and blind. What was her name? Anne Frank. No, that was someone else. Helen Keller. That’s her. She said, “Fear. The only way out is through.”