Fear not, skunk

On my morning prayer drive, I happened upon a skunk enjoying a cold breakfast of deer carcass.

He was on the side of the road and having a good time. I crept up slowly to get a good look. He was so involved in his meal, that he didn’t notice me right away. Once he saw me, he slipped about four feet away before coming back in for one last bite. I wasn’t moving, but he was afraid. He started to move down the road and then back again. It was obvious he was afraid of me. Yet, I meant him no harm. He could have stayed and eaten and I wouldn’t have bothered him a bit. His fear cost him his food.

I wonder how many times irrational fear keeps me from getting what I want?