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Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
-H. P. Lovecraft
I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
-Thomas Paine
There are things that a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves.
-Hermann Hesse
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The Soup
Stanley Vang sat alone in the back booth of the restaurant concentrating on his lunch.
He sucked hot soup from his spoon slurp-slurp, slurp-slurp, then spooned up some more, never taking his eyes off the contents of the bowl.
He pretended to be unaware of his surroundings, ignoring the limping waitress who gave him a dirty look each time she passed by.
He just kept slurping his soup: slurp-slurp, slurp-slurp
Stanley was small but sinewy, in his late forties, and wore his hair closely cropped. His skin was the shade of antique parchment. He allowed people to think that he was Chinese but was a Vietnamese refugee who had fled to the States after the fall of Saigon. Rumor had it, that he’d been an interrogation expert, using any tool or technique to get his prisoners to cooperate, which was probably true.
But that was then.
Now, he ran this restaurant and would never tolerate his employees being late for work.
Again the angry waitress hobbled by, slowing only a little to examine her small toe floating in the bowl of Stanley's soup.
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