It’s nice to be able to share my fears with friends like you. It would be horrible if I had to just bottle up my fear, for example, of being in a mega-earthquake, trapped under a fallen beam and waiting in vain for help to come, with nothing to eat but the bugs and spiders that crawl in my mouth and nothing to drink but water trickling on my face from a nearby broken water line.
Then help doesn’t come until a rescue crew with dogs comes by, and the dogs bark, but someone in the crew says, “there couldn’t be anyone alive down there — the dogs must be smelling a squirrel.” ...