It’s Okay to be Afraid

1.1 My Story My eyes locked on to the bloody spot on the lower left front of my wife Benita’s blouse. “What’s going on? What’s with the blood?” I asked pointing to the half-dollar sized strain. My heart was aching. It looked terrible, scary. I knew this couldn’t be good. Miss Benita gazed down toward… Continue reading It’s Okay to be Afraid