I remember growing up in a rural community with one road over a hill between where I lived and the kids I wanted to play with - over the hill.
One evening as darkness came I headed home. As I saw the top of the hill, there were 8 or 9 kids that lived on my side of the hill. They had a mean streak and often tried to cause me trouble. Here they were gathered together in my only path home. As I walked, leading my bike, I wondered what would happen when I got to them.
I just kept on walking and amazingly, since I didn't break pace, I found myself walking through them - without being touched!
A real life-lesson - there may be a chink in the stone wall that faces us - and the appearance of danger or destruction may fall away.