"Oh my God. This is so crazy."
Me: Haha...actually, now that I've experienced the joy of sledding, I'm quitting gymnastics to pursue other missed childhood experiences before moving on to teenage rebellion.
Jordan: You do realize he would actually kill me? And really? From elite gymnast to heroin addict...you'd have your own E True Hollywood Story.
Me: Another plus.
I put the phone away and I turned back to Blair.
"How did you deal with the Yurchenko vault issue?" Blair asked.
"The same way I handle any fear issues, technical analyses and drills."
"Find a way to use that to help you get through this."
Questions I'm too afraid to ask Jackie
1) At what point in dying does the brain actually stop working? We can measure a person's last breath, but not their last thought?
2) When the reality of what's happened hits me, after I'm done denying, how much will it hurt? What can I do to alleviate this type of pain? I can work through physical pain, should I apply the same techniques?
3) Why do I have to be reminded of what happened to my parents everywhere I go and with everything I do? When I fill out forms that need a parent's signature, when I go to college, when I get married...it's never going to end, is it?
4) I don't feel like a whole person anymore. Something is missing and I'm afraid I can't ever get it back.
5) What if it's my fault? What if I did something wrong? And what if it's someone else's fault, like a semitruck driver or the construction people that made that strip of highway? Is anyone even looking into this? I HAVE to know.
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