Fear of Six Inches钱柜娱乐777手机客户端短文
A of feet， he knew that place was a very deep valley， he took hold of a branch that was hanging over the rock. In the night all he could see was a bottomless abyss. He shouted， his own shout reflected back ——there was nobody to hear.
You can imagine that man and his whole night of scare. Every moment there was death， cold， he was losing his grip... and as the sun came out， six inches down there was a rock. He could have rested the whole night， slept well — the rock was big enough — but the whole night was a nightmare.
Fear is only six inches deep. Now it is up to you whether you want to go on cling to the branch and turn your life into a nightmare， or whether you would love to leave the branch and stand on your feet.