It may sound counterintuitive, but I think it helped me get better at asking for what I really want.
Not just a little leak. A Niagara Falls of urine.
As I approached the steps of Cipriani, I tripped, lost a shoe, twisted my ankle, fell flat on my ass and — wait for it — pissed myself.
It's hard to tell where the fear started, but I know exactly when it ended.