On Wednesday afternoon, the day after the full ravage of Hurricane Sandy became quickly evident, my almost 6-year-old twin sons each clutched one of my hands as we walked more than half a mile toward the one remaining functioning pier in Hoboken.
It is easy and natural and human to be frightened. It's not a sin to be frightened. Listening to the rising wind outside my own window is not the most comforting thing in the world. But there are resources for those who fear.