There’s an old story that comes out of the U.S. Army. A certain sergeant in a parachute regiment was accompanying some trainees on a night-time jump. He found himself seated next to a Lieutenant fresh out of Jump School.

The Lieutenant looked a bit pale, and sat staring off into space. The sergeant leaned over and touched his arm. “Scared, Lieutenant?”

“No,” said the young officer, “just a bit apprehensive.”

“What’s the difference?”

The lieutenant turned to him and answered, “The difference is, I’m scared with a university education.”

Fear, in this life, is a given. There’s no getting away from it. The question is, what do we do with it? The right decision--naming our fear, and living with it--is called courage.