Still, there was a fire in her, although it was so weak, it was ready to be extinguished. I hope she didn’t let it die. My advice and encouragement wouldn’t have been enough unless she really wanted to do something about her situation. And I’ve followed my own advice, like we’re on a team working toward the same goal of evening the scales—as if that would keep the fire in her burning. Unrealistic, of course, but sometimes the most irrational things motivate me.
