How to deal with fear

When love takes over, fear fades away.

I remember vividly How as a child I feared going down into the dark basement of our big house. The attic, too, was incredibly spooky. At night I couldn't sleep unless I saw a light somewhere. And it didn't help much to have my older cousin say, "The bogeyman is coming!"

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