Me and the world Have you ever had a moment where fear stripped you down to something so exposed, so undefended, you didn’t recognize what was left standing afterward? Mine was a stone and wood bridge in the Western Ghats, decades old, built for a stream that had turned, that night, into something with teeth. The rain was the kind you can’t see through. My wife was in the passenger seat doing the thing people do when they’re trying not to show the kids they’re afraid, and it