Don't just hide fear—wipe it out

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Though I'm now an adult, the childhood memory of walking to the orchard with my father is still vivid. I can feel my dad’s callused hands resting on my shoulder, and recall how eagerly I looked forward to the pears and figs the old trees offered.

There was one scary obstacle, however: we had to cross a field dominated by a rather aggressive ram.

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