I’ve been left for dead, spilled out across cold pavement, wondering how many breaths I had left. How many more moments…how many blips.” He crooked the smallest smile. “And then when I’d survived, I had to figure out how to live through that fear and pain going forward. And that’s the key—living through it, not in it. You recognize it, you channel it, you don’t try to smother it. There is no weakness in fear. You just can’t let it dictate your next move.”
