Fears of boredom.
Fear of saying something that comes out wrong and will embarrass Don - these are his friends after all.
Will it be COLD? Will I be prepared?. Will the weather scare me? Not just there but throughout the SE. I'm not used to snow and ice and storms and lightning, and, and, and . . .
The people are different. The world there is different. I've been there twice and all I remember are his parents and a very slow pace. I'm wandering so far outside of my comfort zone, I feel alien. Going to Europe would feel more familiar.
I'm being an idiot. I need to think of Ingrid Loyau-Kennett in England and her bravery in the face o f a blood covered islamic madman.
I need to think of what lead me in this direction; my belief that my Faith is truly my strength. I don't need to fear anything.
I don't need to fear that I'll embarrass Don.
I need to remember where fear comes from and that it is one of the evil one's most efficient tools for keeping us from doing what is right.
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