dabney.hedegardI used to be fearful of a lot of things. I worried about money. I agonized over work projects and whether I was competent to perform a job well done. Seeking the approval of others was another fear. Did I offend them? Will they like me or secretly laugh at me? It’s funny the things I let consume my thoughts—such trivial matters in comparison to reality. Money? I could always make more. Work? I could always refine my skills. Approval? People, I’ve learned, are typically more concerned with themselves, not my little blunders. But a life-threatening sickness? That’s bone-wearying business. That’s real fear that trumps a host of nonsense. More