CHAPTER 24
If knowledge is power, then knowing why my dad's petition was denied would make me feel more powerful, or at least not as powerless. If nothing else, it was a step in the right direction. I just needed to be patient, which was clearly not my forte.
After I finished talking to Grace, I wrote some letters and then decided to knock off for the day. I hoped a jog through T.Y. Park would clear my buzzing head. My brain felt like a school bus full of rowdy kids, pushing, fighting, stealing each other's lunches--I don't know what the hell they were doing in there, but I wanted them to shut up and give me some peace. I guess that's why I don't drive a school bus.
I've found that physical exhaustion quells stress. Being stressed requires a high level of energy, energy which is no long
