It's the little things.

I can jump from planes. Survive fire fights from hell. Get shot by a sniper. I can do many things that scare me to the bone. This last week I hit a patch or black ice while taking my brother to school. The truck flipped over and rested on the side. My brother's seat belt came loose. I never once worried about myself. Yet, for one brief second I almost panicked when I saw my brother laying there motionless for a moment. When he stirred time rushed on and I regained my senses. I've never reacted that way before.