As I walk this tightrope high above the earth, I notice that my once secure safety net is now all tattered and torn. If I were to fall, there would be nothing to save me. All my heroes are gone, and now it's my turn to save and not be saved. The cold, strong wind waivers my balance as I look down upon an awful end. Am I strong enough to continue across this precarious wire, or do I turn around, and go back the same pitiful way I came? Either way I go, the danger will always be there. There is nothing but my faith and balance keeping me in the air now. I really wish I hadn't dropped that pole...