I work every Sunday. Just one day a week. On this day I like to drive through the country on the roads I grew up on, listen to the radio & get a good calm before I start my day. Yester day I was trapped in a pack of cars all turning left (the way I was going), so I decided to go straight & take the next left. I do so & maybe quarter mile up I see my nightmare. One lane wood bottomed bridge. Oh Hell no! No way to turn around. You see, all bridges frighten me, but these old bastards have starred in multiple night terrors. I sit there for probably 15 minutes, then nail the gas & when I finally made it across I realized I was screaming at the top of my lungs & sobbing uncontrollably. Fear 1- Me-0. All facing my fear got me was the day off work & anger at myself for being this way. Just felt like a child still scared of the boogeyman. ( yes, that tool ).