Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- please no failure He's scared. I'm scared. We're still teetering on the brink. I'm trying to help as best as I can, and I think the chances of making it through are good, but that doesn't change the stomach-clenching fear that I feel right now, or the whirling brain that's making it hard for him to think just when he most needs to. Failing now would be really bad, for both of us. Please God don't let us fail. 1:15 p.m. - 2006-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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