I almost stepped on it. In a big hurry, on a shift that had started slow but grew busy as the evening wore on, I rounded the corner and almost put my foot right on top of a nasty cockroach. I leapt sideways and let out a gasp. Maybe you’re a brave, tough sort of person. To you this would be no big deal…just a giant, flying, disgusting bug. But the thought of those scratchy little legs scraping across my foot and scuttling up the inside of my pant leg is enough to give me nightmares. This night though I had no time to spend the rest of the evening trying to evade the creature. With no time to dwell on what could happen should he manage to dodge my advances, I grabbed a spare shoe and whacked him black and blue…actually, until he was completely obliterated. I found it funny how, on a normal evening with time to think about that not-so-little bug, I probably would have been unable to make myself get anywhere close. With no time to let my imagination run away with me, the problem was much easier to take care of. This happens with so many things here. Too much time to think about a small fear can turn it into a seemingly insurmountable barrier. I can’t imagine being here without the support and prayers of so many to keep the fears at bay so I can continue to learn and help the women here who do not have the privilege of being loved by so many.