After visiting a friend who is waiting for her 18 year old daughter's biopsy result, I wonder:
Are my knees shaking as I face my biggest fear? Am I crying, screaming, squirming, trying desperately to get away, get out of my situation?
Sometimes it doesn't matter how I am. I have to live through the day regardless of how I feel.
I get through it, just by clawing to simple life requirements. Maybe I hide in the corner munching chips, maybe I bury my head under the covers and pray God will speed up time so my suffering will end. Maybe I drown myself in work, in obligation, in vices.
But still I get through it. I come out on the other side of suffering with scars and wisdom. And that takes facing my fear and tackling the day. That takes courage. If I get through it, no matter how long or how it looks...I chose courage.
