Just a Coffee Run
Iâ€™ve gotten into doing things that scare me. Not as often as Iâ€™d like, or as often as I ought, but still more often than I used to. It’s better than nothing.
But theyâ€™re pretty tiny. Things like going rock climbing. Or talking to somebody Iâ€™m intimidated by. Baby steps, you know?
But I know people who do really important scary things. Things that maybe saved the lives of five little boys last week.
It’s pretty overwhelming just to read about. I can’t imagine actually being there.
Some people go to Starbucks to get coffee. Guess others go to be superheroes.