Fear

This morning I ran with my friend along a road that borders some wooded area.  All of a sudden we saw a man in some camo with a bright orange vest running down the hill, with a rifle, coming right towards us. We are very slow runners and had no where to run to, no where to hide (you know you're singing it now).

My friend immediately thought the man was a rapist/murderer coming to kill us.  Don't get me wrong, that is usually my first conclusion as well, especially when a large man is running towards me with a gun.  I, for whatever reason, was very calm, and I told her that a rapist/murderer would not wear a bright orange vest and hat if he wanted to kill us.  I convinced her that he was a hunter and she finally calmed down when he got in his car and drove away.

It was then that I realized my fears are completely misplaced.  I am often afraid of robbers, rapists, murders, etc., coming to get me or my children.  That is clearly not the case here in Danville.  We should obviously worry about bear attacks, floods, flying turkeys coming at our car, and hunters accidentally shooting us.

(Another friend of mine who is a regular runner carries bear mace with her.)

Where do I live??