July 3, 2015
The scene appeared all too familiar. A sense of building rage, anger at the arbitrary nature of it all. I flashback to the scene in my mind. It is not hard to recall. As sweat streamed from every pore, I stared in the mirror of the small gym gazing at my own eyes trying to see what, or if any, mettle lay behind them. Then, it was to judge if I was strong enough for my brother. Today, the concern is drawn inward instead. I am the object of uncertainty now. I am the one who waits with dreaded anticipation. For me. Something is not right with my body. And I do not know what it is.