help,
the
very
thing
I
was
mistakenly
taught
not
to
want
because
I
couldn’t
ever
have
it.
I
had
to
unlearn
the
only
lesson
that
helped
me
survive
to
that
point.
I
got
myself
out
of
that
fire.
No
one
helped
me.
But
that
was
the
end
of
the
line
for
that
way
of
thinking.
To
live
going
forward
and
to
make
something
of
the
second
chance
I
now
had,
I
needed
to
let
other
people
in.
We
reach
our
potential
by
weathering
storms,
but
we
don’t
have
to
navigate
them
alone.
There
will
come
a
point
when
the
storm
is
too
much
for
us
to
manage,
when
we
will
need
someone
else
to
weather
it
with
us.
That’s
the
lesson
the
fire
held
for
me.
There
are
capable,
strong,
and
courageous
people
who
will
go
the
distance
with
us
if
we
are
brave
enough
to
trust
them
and
invite
them
along
on
our
journey.
In
the
wake
of
my
fire,
I
didn’t
make
lemonade
out
of
the
lemons
of
my
life.
When
I
left
Brian’s
office
for
the
last
time,
I
walked
out
onto
the
street
holding
those
lemons
like
precious
treasures.
They
became
exactly
what
I
wanted,
and
needed.
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