My mother approaches the world armed with a hot glue gun, a pair of scissors and a can-do attitude. There is NOTHING that the universe can hurl at her that she can't fashion into something wonderful.
If you ask her what she truly fears, the answer may surprise you.
You would not hear the standard, "I fear something happening to my family" or "I fear a nuclear holocaust." No, no, not my mom.
She has virtually no fear. Except for the fear of stale snack foods.