More then anything else I fear other people. Other people are everywhere and are much more likely to suffer at their hands then you are disease or disaster. Coming home to find your house broken into and all your posessions gone. Minding your own business on a Saturday night and crossing paths with someone that will start a fight no matter what you say. Your mother, sister, wife, daughter being beaten or violated by a pack of bored young men. The sicko teenager in your neighborhood killing your belovid pets. Being blown up on a bus by some religious nutcase. Being suspected of something you didn't do and having the police interrogate you for hours. Going to the hospital and having a mixup that gives you chemotherapy drugs that almost kill you.
There is nothing more dangerous then the person sitting next to you on the bus, the plane, the office, in c lass across the restaurant, the next bathroom stall, in line at the grocery store, the hopsital waiting room. There are no monsters in the closet or under the bed, the real monsters are all around us.
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