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Rarely have I been confronted...and when it happened, I never stepped back! Until now that is... It doesn't matter why there was a confrontation - suffice to say that it was a very trivial subject - but it matters with whom I had it. Someone very dear to me; one who has on more than one occasion acted as a role model to me. Although most of those who have had the pleasure (or misfortune!) of meeting him were scared, I never had that experience. Not to the extend of never talking back! Sure, that had as a result the occasional beating, but still, my mind, my option, my opinion! I have the right to do whatever I want, and suffer the consequences... But this time... This time I was disappointed!

So? Is disappointment a reason for keeping quiet? Or was it feeling sorry for what took place in my mind that stayed my tongue from lashing out? Which ever the case, it left me a sour taste in my mouth... And the realization of growing up... And all the burdens and consequences that this brings along!!!

And I felt ... late ...
Oh so late! So many things to do, so little time to do them, and even less resources to do so!!!