The weight of the inquiry settled like a stone in my intestine. Big John. His name alone raised photos of harsh power, a force of nature capable of crushing anything in its path. The thought of him intimidating my family members, my mommy, my sis, and the vulnerable foster children who rely upon me, sent a shiver down my back. Could I truly stand against him? The probabilities felt impossible. Saving them would take cunning, nerve, and perhaps a touch of anxiety I didnt recognize I possessed. The choice, the photo of all of us falling target to his viciousness, was a fate I rejected to accept. I recognized passivity was not an alternative. My life, my family members's lives, hung in the balance. The selection wasnt whether to fight, yet just how to endure the storm with individuals I held dear still breathing.
