On her death bed my Mother admitted to my brother that she was scared. It was a shock because she was a very strong willed women.
Yesterday coming home in a Taxi I had a sharp pain in my chest and for a split second I was scared that I was going to die in the back of a black cab.
I think it is the fear of the un known. I believe in an after life, but still you do not know exactly what is coming and I think, that, that is were the fear stems from.
What do you think. Were does the fear stem from and are you afraif of dieing.
Lack of public toilets in towns.