When I was a kid I wandered into an abandoned construction site. I climbed all the way up high on the red iron beams. I looked down and was 4 stories up. No help was coming, no one knew where I was. That day I learned fear was a choice. It took me 1 hour to gather my senses, stand up on the beam, and walk across. Below was exposed rebar. Years later I became an ironworker apprectice and graduated to full fledged Master Mechanic. I still love eating eating my lunch up high, when I can. Learning to be still is a powerful tool. Thanks for sharing.