"I don't want to look stupid in front of everybody."
That's what my friend Mark's son said the week of baseball tryouts. He'd practiced for months. He loved the game. Then, at the last minute, he refused to go.
Mark told me later that something in him went cold the moment his son said it.
He realized he hadn't taught his son a single thing about caution. He'd just modeled it — across years — in a thousand small avoidances his son had quietly catalogued.
I'm hearing my own voice coming from my son.
If that line lands the way it landed for him — keep reading.