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A great old friend of mine one time told me about the first and only time he's ever been skiing. Big old southern guy, in his mid-fifties, up on the ski slope. He's looking over the edge of a cliff (it's the bunny hill, but to him, it looks like a cliff). People are zipping by. He's standing there terrified. At some point he realizes that he can stand there and have the terror, or he can push off and have the terror and the skiing.
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