Not a lot actually. I am not overly fond of dogs and heights, but there is nothing I can truly say that I fear. Which isn’t to say I don’t worry about things, it’s just that I have a rock-solid faith that everything will be alright in the end.

Experience has shown me that, no matter how bad something feels at the time, I can move through it and come out the other side. Not only that, but sometimes things work out better than before.

This faith makes it hard to be fearful – if I know everything will work out and it will probably be better, what have I got to fear?