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Addressing FEAR: Installment 2/3

The week before Christmas break, I was driving the country route home from Guelph to Toronto with my camera on the passenger seat at the ready to stop and photograph the magnificent country side on this windy, snowy day.  Without a nanosecond of warning, I became engulfed in blowing snow - a complete white-out. FEAR rose from my groin, through my belly and eclipsed my mind.  I couldn't stop for fear of being hit from behind, I reduced my speed to 30 km, so that if I did hit a car in front, it wouldn't be fatal.

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