I Think…
I’m Back! I survived! Are you surprised? New York City was my Mount Everest – and I climbed it! Would I be lying if I told you being in the Big Apple was as easy as going into the town I currently live in? It would be only a small stretch of the truth. Everyone had me so frightened. I wasn’t sure whether I would die at some bus depot or in the city itself, but I was just sure I was going to die. So, why did I go? Why do hundreds of people climb Mt. Everest every year? To prove something, anything, to themselves. I am stronger, not because I conquered the city. I am stronger because my faith that I would be fine, rather I lived or died, grew stronger. It was not a test for God, but a trust in his judgement for my own inadequacies, driving me to take this risk. I guess you would call this a mid-life crisis. I needed to prove to myself that I would not …