I can do this.
Steam fogged the sides of the mirror, but did not distort the image.
I can’t be afraid.
He saw himself, in a old beaten undershirt he loved, and a pair of red gloves.
Fear is the mind killer…
He knew he shouldn’t be afraid, they never were.
I must not, I will not fear….
He was different now, a far cry from the boy who was picked on and beaten.
I accepted this fight, and now I must finish it.
Much had changed since that day, far more than just his now full and seasoned face.
I am strong, I am a man.