As you know, a few weeks ago I got clipped on accident by a gorgeous greyhound.
Unfortunately, this accident scared me a lot and since then, I have been very skiddish at the park and amidst other dogs.
My mom kept taking me back every day until, guess what?
Yesterday I was able to play with a big dog again at the park.
The benefit of being pushed far outweighed the fear of doing so.
Today's Challenge: Remember that you never let the fear of dying stop you from drinking and drugging, so why would you let the fear of living keep you from doing it?