Day 1 – Butterfly
It is unusually cool for a summer afternoon. Perhaps the winds of a storm have made it so. Sitting in the red, four door Ford, a car purchased from a second chance lot, she watches the high schoolers traipse across the parking lot of the outdoor mall. Waiting for time to pass before her tutoring session begins she watches these children who look like something from the 90210 television show. Many are children of privilege, as are the ones she will shortly tutor. Her mind is on nothing in particular, as she sits and watches the clouds roll up into grayish fists as if they are about to give the earth a liquid beating. Instead the clouds squeeze out balls of heavy air as it sweeps the parking lots and the streets. She pulls out her large blue journal and begins jotting down more thoughts. She has lots of unanswered questions and hopes that by simply studying them in the journal she will find the answers. Although the weather is threatening she lets the cool winds drift through her windows.
“What am I doing out here in the cold? Have I become so complacent that I've lost my drive, my focus and perseverance? Was my lack of ambition procrastination or was it from being in a stupefied state of shock?” She asks the very dangerous question, “Why am I here Lord”? She sighs as she looks out at the sky.
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