It has been about our fifth day at our trail and I am proud of myself for making it this far.
Sure, this doesn't guarantee that I will survive throughout the entire journey, because life is unpredictable like that, however, knowing that I have even gotten this far, for myself, is an amazing accomplishment.
I usually ride far off behind the rest of the group, while Father and his friend ride in the very front leading the groups. I am also very proud of Father. Despite his sinful past, he is able to lead the others, constantly telling them how the journey is worth the risk.
Father, along with his friend, is making this journey a lot easier for the rest of the group. Along the way they both tell the others jokes and fun riddles to keep their minds off of the gruesome events that might take place anytime while on the trail. I was thinking to myself how brave Father is. If he is able to kid around and laugh, he must really not be worried about the journey. I want to believe that however whenever our eyes meet, I can tell he is just as scared as anyone here. Probably more than anyone here. If I were in Father's position I don't think I would ever be able to put on an act that shows that I am completely unafraid.
Father's friend seems very calm. Maybe it is because I haven't had the chance to actually engage him in any conversation or that I haven't been able to really get a good look at him. Mother used to say I can read people very well. Either way, whatever is going through my father's friend's mine, is none of my concern. Right now, the only things I care about is myself, my father, and the journey that lies ahead of us.
Damian Wilkinson
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