was still thirsty, still tired, still keenly aware that I was standing at the doors of hell, but I felt reenergized after thinking about what happened to my aunt. There was a chance. There was hope. Maybe slim, but it was there. And it was there because I came to the understanding that I was not going to get out on my own, like I arrogantly assumed I would when this all started many hours before. I finally realized that it needed to start with me but would ultimately end with Him.
