Cowardliness

I should go. I didn’t want to go. In all honesty, I was embarrassed to admit it, I was afraid to go. This was an antiquated, angrily disputed place; quite small, really. Though you’d never guess it by the media attention it drew. I pushed it to the back o...

The pace of the cars around me has suddenly become frenzied; the flow of traffic has thickened considerably. I have hit morning rush hours on Toronto's busy thoroughfares...

The fearless few who throw caution to the wind and heedlessly plunge into every offered challenge are indeed strange exceptions to our race. So where do all our heroes come from?