Towards the Stars
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Last published Sun, Jun 14, 2020
This story is about my fears; what I fear might happen if my worst nightmares came true. This isn't me trying to influence anyone or trying to downplay serious, controversial ideas. This is simply my take on how I think I would deal with this situation, given how well I know myself. A doctor once told me, when we don't deal with our fears they pile up in our mental trash can like banana peels. Eventually, something knocks over that trash can and all our fears come rushing back to us. We need to learn how to empty our mental trash cans of all our banana peels; this is how I'm dealing with mine.
Any comments, opinions, or questions are appreciated as I hope to publish this one day.
It needs polishing and I hope to do that with help.
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