I couldn't help but to think back to my classmates at Thomas Jefferson High School in San Antonio. They had the same talent the same brains the same dreams as the folks we sat with at Stanford and Harvard. I realized the difference wasn't one of intelligence or drive. The difference was opportunity.
When I go to the clinic next and sit with a tube in my arm and watch the poison go in I'm in an attitude of abject passivity. It doesn't feel like fighting at all it just feels like submitting.