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 longer available
