I once was afraid that I was losing my hair.
I once was afraid that I would not be able to find another job that I liked as much as the one that I lost in the recession of the early 1990s.
I once was afraid that my grades wouldn’t be good enough to get me into law school.
I once was afraid to call up a girl and ask for a date.
I once was afraid to hand in my resignation from a high-paying job to become a freelance writer.
I once was afraid that disco was never going to fade in popularity.
I once was afraid that, if I played softball, someone would hit an easy fly ball to me and I would drop it.
I once was afraid that I would never stop coughing.
I once was afraid that I would not be able to finish running the marathon I had entered.
I once was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to write a book that met my standards.
I once was afraid of what the Greaney Goons would do to me if I reported to the Financial Freedom Community the truth about safe withdrawal rates.
I once was afraid to kiss a girl.
I once was afraid that I made a mistake by getting out of stocks.
I once was afraid that the judges in my Moot Court competition would ask me a question that I didn’t know how to answer.
I once was afraid that the attack on the World Trade Center might lead to a nuclear war.
I once was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to develop enough sources to cover tax legislative developments effectively for the newsletter at which I was employed.
I once was afraid to get married.
I once was afraid that my boy had broken a bone in his leg.
I once was afraid to confess a sin I had committed.
I once was afraid that dropping out of high school would not look good on my permanent record.
I once was afraid to start my own web site.
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