#38

And my response to #37 is complete. I realized earlier today, walking down to class as fear continued to burn in my chest what I needed to do.

It’s simple. Fear will consume me. Fear will push me back to the things I used to be, back to the safe, but also back to where I won’t accomplish the goals I have now set before me. Am I that dishonourable? Am I one to turn my back on all the people who need me? Or all the people whom I might help? No I’m not. I’m tougher than most, far far tougher. I’m more intelligent than most and I’m also in the right mindset to honestly help. I can and so I should. If not me, then who? If not now, then when?

With these things in mind, with my fiery passion reasserting itself, the poison was burned out of my system. Fire burns away poison and sickliness, and so it does spiritually as well. A close call of sorts, but not a dominating one; I’m better than this, I know I am. People need me.