As I take what feels like the longest steps of my life, I look ahead and glance in the direction of a man that is sitting behind a table. A man whom I only but a few moments ago was told would not be here.
Well, guess that I am surprised, shocked, and ya, a little bit pissed off.
Meeting my fate having to stare a man in the face that I hate was not something I planned for when I left home with half of a confidence in my step. As for now, I have lost that determination that needs to carry me through.
But yet, I need to remind myself what the difference between him and me is.
Yet, does it make such a difference that I do not lack the strength or the will to push through what will be thrown in my way today?
So as I look at this man and he is becoming closer and closer, I fight the urge
