We all have something that terrifies us — anxieties, neuroses, rational or irrational fears. They may be major or minor; they may affect our lives on a daily basis or only show up to haunt us once in a while. And often, there comes a time when we have to confront what scares us, whether it's spiders or mortality, public speaking or public bathrooms.
For this Open Call, we're looking for tales of a time you faced your fear. Why were you afraid in the first place, and why did you decide to do something about it? Did you conquer that fear or only manage to exacerbate it?
Blog your response by Monday, March 8th at 3pm ET and tag your post facing fears.

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I ask because I think that will give more balance to the Open Call, though I doubt most would agree.
Toward what end, and where may we expect to see the open Salon Staff response?
http://open.salon.com/blog/lonewanderer/2010/03/08/open_call_response_my_biggest_fear_1
The fears and concerns have been expressed privately, and publicly in my blog. Yet no one in the leadership has yet chosen to take any notice.
The circumstances are detailed in the following link:
http://open.salon.com/blog/from_barren_rocks/2010/03/03/a_man_with_no_name_an_os_story
It maybe difficult for some to find their way their to respond in an appropriate way, so here is a copy of the substance of the post without the comments of some of the members who have been supportive, and puzzled at the lack of interest by the OS leadership
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a man with no name ....... an OS story.
My identity has gone.
I do not exist.
I am forgotten in the world in which I have been communicating.
There is a well used story of the celebrity who did not consider he was being treated right as he was waiting impatiently at the check out desk for his flight out of town. Eventually, in a mixture of frustration and anger he shouted "Do you know who I am?"
Calmly, the member of staff called over the tannoy, "Can anyone assist, we have a man at the check out who does not know who he is."
I kind of feel a bit like that. I have been writing on Open Salon for some time. That has not been so much recently due to caring for an elderly mother and then seeing to her affairs following her death in December. As I sought to bring a further contribution to OS I found considerable frustration with the internat system. For some reason I could not access my account. Why? must be an internet problem. Days went by, and the problem persisted. Then, a brain wave. Lets try googling my name on the OS search system. Could this be another way of gettin in?
Now the answer to the conundrum. I do not exist! my account has been deleted. My name is no longer there. All that I have written is gone. It is as if I have been completely forgotten. Why? Have I done something wrong? I do not know, I have not been told. I have mailed the salon folks, but no reply.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM???"
Below is the results of trying to access in my initial name. My new name may give a clue to who I am, for I have used the first half of a title of a book I had published
"From barren rocks ......................
................to living stones".
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