At 12:40 am on July 20, 2012, a man shot and killed 12 people and injured another 58 who were attending the midnight premier of a violent movie in Aurora, CO. I heard about it in the morning. My son had been at the same premier in a different location in the same metro area. A thought immediately popped into my head, “That could have been my son.” In that moment, I was aware that I was being invited into fear by following that thought stream. I knew from experience that if I went even one thought further, I would be sucked in and swept up in the collective fear. So I stopped. Then I asked myself, “What’s really true?” Immediately I realized that no - I didn't believe that could have been my son. Nor me. Since fear and I had been such tight friends, I was curious. “Why? Why am I not afraid?” (The past me would have been.) I realized . . .