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  • I was lounging in my jacuzzi out back one morning a week or so ago, when this coyote went trotting by, within about 5 yards of me, as it continued up the side of the house, followed shortly thereafter by 3 other, larger ones, seemingly in hot pursuit of the first one. They all had light red coats of fur, so I was thinking, at the time, that they were large Foxes. They were the size of a large Breed of dog.

    After a minute or so, the first one came flying back across the yard from the neighbor's back yard, with the 3 others still in hot pursuit. They all started playing rough with each other about halfway down the hill of my back yard, making these high-pitched "yip" bark noises. I finally stood up in the jacuzzi and yelled "Hey!"

    They all stopped and looked over at me, noticing me for the first time. Then they all scampered away along the bottom of the yard over across the neighbor's yard towards the woods. Of course, I was still thinking they were large foxes - not sure if I would have been so bold, had I known they were coyotes. I probably would be next time, because now I know, they're as afraid of me as I might have been of them.

    After reading Hannah's story about coyotes luring and attacking her dog, I've been more careful when I have my white Yorkie out back with me - she'd be but a tasty snack for those guys. It was only later, after relating the account to Kathy, that she convinced me they were coyotes, not foxes. Pictures of coyotes recently spotted in Vienna online was the cincher - yup, they were the same ones.

    I remember reading in Emmet Fox the story of the lady who thought a donkey had gotten into her pantry, and she was beating it with a broom until it finally turned tail and scampered away, tail between its legs. Only then did she realize it wasn't a donkey but a lion, and fainted straight away.

    So much of our fears are simply built up in our head, when we think we are supposed to be afraid of something, so naturally, we are.

    So, what if we just stop believing that we're supposed to be afraid of anything. What if we approached everything fearlessly, like we had nothing to lose, and everything to gain, by acting boldly, instead of coming from our fears.

    Wouldn't that be something?

    What if all we really had to fear was fear itself?
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