When you have been through many things in life you get to the point where the biggest obstacles suddenly look really small to you. And then, just as you think that whatever happens it can’t make you react or feel any worse than you have ever felt, you are standing in front of a blue door, getting ready to knock and meet a person that will take all your strength not to murder.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” E.J. says looking at me like a little puppy that has been kicked. I know he wants me to tell him to turn around, but I have been thinking quite a lot. Maybe he needs this just as much as I need this trip. Maybe this is his version of the tenth sentence on my bucket list.
“Would you be able to go on with this trip if you turn around now?” I ask, and without planning it at all, I take his hand, snaking my fingers through his, wishing that I can in some way give him some of my strength and courage.