As far back as I can remember there was one thing that set me apart from everyone else I had ever met, the inability to feel fear. No, I don’t just mean I was hard to scare. I literally had no idea what the sensation of fear felt like.
I had put countless hours of research into it, and the only thing I found to explain my lack of fear was ruled out because it was a genetic disorder with physical symptoms—none of which I had. I had tried everything I could think of, haunted houses, horror movies, snakes, roller-coasters and nothing gave me the nervous-heart-racing feeling I’ve heard comes with fear. Not even a jump.
That was until ten O’clock this morning.