I was 11 or 12 when I was called on to be a pall bearer for the funeral of a retarded boy who was the son of my parents good friends. He was downs syndrome and had been a mess from birth so it wasn't unexpected. That was at least 60 years ago but I don't remember any fear from it, probably because it was expected and I knew what it was all about.

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.