Team Shredder

The Mind is a terrible thing.
Getting on planes to leave home makes me nervous. I love arriving but I"m afraid to leave. So many things could go wrong, somebody could die. Something important could be forgotten, collapsing the teetering house of cards of my life. The most likely time for this to happen is while I'm on the plane. The plane could crash, too. Change is bad because it means loss.
Only brother is getting married. Dear friends and family will surround me, brother will be happy. What, then, is my problem?