We’d been expecting that I might be denied my license, and as soon as it happened my friends encouraged me to fight. We knew my case could be an example. It could raise awareness of our issues. I believed all this, but just because you believe something is right doesn’t make it any easier to do. Knowing what I should do didn’t mitigate the intense fear I felt in my body every time I thought about it. But if I didn’t fight, who would?
