whyam_i klarchen Why am I here? Good question. Some might say here is exactly where I am supposed to be. Others might say that I am straggling behind like a lost duck. Even others might say I should be somewhere else, but I am too stubborn to move, like a roman statue. But it doesn't matter what others say. I know where I am supposed to be. I stopped trying to get there when you showed up, months ago. I was paralysed with the blinding vision of failure, possible failure. I was so desperatley afraid to fail in front of you. To fall in front of you. So I became accustomed to not even move a muscle, day after day. Oh, how my muscles long to move! They remember the places I was supposed to go. So they twitch furiously out of agonizing resentment. They want to know why I stopped trying. Oh, how I absolutely ache for those certain words of encouragement from a grade three teacher. Those words would become the rain after the drought. 000717 ... klairchen whoam_i? i do not know. 000926 what's it to you? who go blather from