Why ride an elephant, when you can stand on one? (now, where did I put my plane parts?)

That story stayed with me for some time. I often get described as 'brave' or confident or strong. My mother once commented that she never would have been brave enough to just up and move to New York, to become a journalist or to pack my 25 year old self on a Virgin Atlantic flight to London, with no idea if I would ever be coming back. 'Yes,' I would think to myself, 'but I never got on that elephant. I was too scared.'

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