I tell him about the stabbing pains I get in my chest when I walk up any stairs and how afraid I am of having to play football with Little John when he turns ten and I'm 50.
It's like when I go on a ski trip, I'm so thrilled and eager to get to the powder, but once I get to the top, I panic: I forgot how afraid I can be of going down.
I remembered how afraid I'd been walking through the airport.
And finally, thanks to Moose Allain for this: "How are you getting on?" "I'm afraid I'm no longer together".
Later, Peter told Jes just quite how afraid he had been to come out to his brother.
She shared how afraid she had been to pick up the phone and call for help.
"I was afraid of new people, of how I was going to get treated".
Part of the problem was how much I was afraid of going to hell, and the prayers were uttered in panic, superstitiously slipping it in here and there to be sure the magic worked.
Maybe she saw how I wasn't afraid to be silly with my kids, in a restaurant-approved manner, as we waited for our food.
"I didn't know exactly how to handle it, and I was afraid to do something that might jeopardize what the university procedure was," Paterno told The Washington Post.
