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Part 3

So, I've had counseling about my fear and I'm going to face it hopefully tomorrow. Nothing should happen, I remember when I used to be scared
of dogs. There's a road that runs in front of the house I grew up in. Before I could get to my house, there was this house that was between me and getting home. It had dogs. These dogs would run out of their yard to chase me. I think they made it their mission to bite me. If you ever had a decision that you didn't want to make you can understand my
position. I had a choice. Either go forward and face getting bit or ride all
the way around the block. Now this wasn't your typical city block, this was a country block. How far around.....6 miles! That was a country block! You know when you're in the city you just can take a stroll and walk to your friend's house who lives several blocks away. No Biggie! If you decide to walk a couple country blocks, you better have a good pair of walking shoes because it's going to take a while! Well, I wasn't about to ride my bike 6 MILES to get home! So, my only option was to ride a couple hundred feet and get home. Those were some of the scariest moments of my teenage life. I've never been more scared, more heart-broken that I had to make a trip that I didn't want to make, more closer to the point to all out crying than I was then. Of all of my scary experiences as a youth, this period was in the top 5. And I
had to face it and go through it. I....did....not....enjoy....it. Am I thakful
that I had to go through it? YES. I am not scared of dogs, in fact, I'm almost devoid of fear when it come to dogs. So I realize that I have to face my fear of witnessing to people.

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