I'm not an adrenaline junkie. I don't like to sky dive, or
climb steep cliffs, clinging by fingernails and toenails. I don't plan on being
in an Indie 500 hundred race or become a fighter pilot. Yet, life sometimes
forces me to play chicken with oncoming crises. I see the freight train coming,
and I would prefer to get off the tracks, but I can't, not yet. The train has
to get much closer before I can react.
