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A story :

A man walking in the night slipped from a rock. Afraid that he would fall down thousand of feet , because he knew that place was a very deep valley, he took hold of a branch that was hanging over the rock. In the night all he could see was a bottomless abyss. He shouted; his own shout was reflected back - there was noody to hear.

You can imagine that man and his whole night of torture. Every moment there was death , his hand were becoming cold , he was grip...and as the sun came out he looked down and he laughed: there was no abyss. Just six inches down there was a rock . He could have rested the whole night , slept well - the rock was big enough- but the wole night was a nightmare.

From my own experience i can say to you : the fear is not more than six inches deep. now it is up to you whether you want to go on clinging to the branch and turn your life into a nightmare, or whether you would love to leave the branch and stand on your feet.

There is nothing to fear