Last month, on a clear cold afternoon, I drove alone along a narrow winding road just south of Christchurch, fighting a powerful urge to swing the wheel sharply to the right and hurtle off the steep unfenced bank to certain death.
I was feeling entirely non-suicidal. I was in good health and had plenty to live for. There was a perfectly pleasant interview subject waiting for me at journey’s end, and he would have been inconvenienced by my fiery death at the bottom of a valley.
In fact, apart from the cold sweat, the shallow breathing, the prickly scalp, the grinding teeth, the strange watery sensation in my legs and a general sense of mortal terror, I was feeling pretty cheerful.
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from Olivia W’s Blog Rss http://www.stuff.co.nz/life-style/well-good/teach-me/94323908/You-have-nothing-to-fear-but-fear-itself-Well-apart-from-heights-rats-needles-clowns-and-escalators
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