My Year of Miracles

Day 8

What Could I Have Done?

This morning I woke up

to a bad memory

of this place.

Years ago, I was mistreated 

at work and sought

legal help by going 

to a lawyer named Hopkins.

After telling him what happened,

he replied,

"Are you bleeding?"

That's how bad it had to be 

before you could go against 

a bully boss.

This was 12 years ago.

The memory still haunts me.

It's another reason I want to

leave this place.

Don't want to be stuck here.

Stuck to this memory.

I am not my memories.

I am my actions.

Can I choose not to think about it?

Yes.

Hopkins was callous.

Entrenched.

Unkind.

God, I'm glad I'm not like that.

I'm better than that.