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mind: The pier.
    The night was silent with the exception of the crashing waves.  I stood in a dim circle of light cast from a weathered lamp above me.  Similar circles of light were spaced every few feet creating a procession of lone soldiers of emptiness.  There wasn’t another soul in sight.  I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head, and rested one foot on the salt-weathered railing.  My eyes scanned the blackness of the waves in the distance.  They looked like monstrous shadows, rising up to consume the night until they broke, and another followed in an infinite cycle.  As my body absorbed the strength from the minerals, I thought of the light and dark threads of life – such an infinite dance and my role in all of it seemed so overwhelming.
    All my life I’d tried to help others, and c hanging things for people had always come so natural for me.  I took pride in it, and cherished the added benefit of positive energy that came from those efforts.  Nothing ever felt more invigorating that seeing a bad situation turned around.  Yet here I was now, focusing on me, myself and I on a round the clock basis.  I stared out at the blackness gnawing on the side of my thumb as one question ran through my mind repeatedly, what’s happening to me?
    I walked the short distance home because I didn’t feel right about weaving until I’d spent some time taking care of others.  Although the air was damp, it felt good to be able to think and clear my head.  I concentrated hard on every person I passed, fixing a plethora of issues that felt like restitution for my apathy of late.  When I passed a man sleeping in the doorway of the bank I took extra time to look backwards in his life.  He’d suffered in ways that were unimaginable.  So much so that I felt compelled to thread light weaves through his parents as well, but I didn’t stop there.  By the time I was done, I’d gone back three generations in his family. When he dissolved before my eyes, I knew it was because this was no longer his life.  He was at home now with his wife and kids.
    A group of guys on skateboards passed me as I rounded the next corner.  One jumped from the bus stop bench to the sidewalk and I got an image in my head so strong it nearly knocked me over.  He was going to be so important!  I giggled to myself because it was refreshing not to have to change a single thing for him.  Sure, he was going to have his share of hardships but each one of them would shape who he was supposed to become.  He yanked his sagging jeans up as he whizzed by me and then turned back because I was laughing.  I’m sure I looked like a complete idiot walking alone and laughing by myself.  I covered my mouth to stop but it just seemed so funny to me to think that most people would see him as just another lazy teen-ager.  If they only knew! 
    Alone again on the sidewalk I stopped short.  No one was behind me, but I kept sensing someone and could have sworn I’d heard someone else laughing — a male voice.  The shadows revealed nothing, but I quickened my pace and decided I really needed to get home. I also needed to try to keep myself focused going forward.  I made up my mind that I would spend the rest of the evening cramming and get my papers done the normal way.  Even if that meant staying up all night.  Other students did it all the time, and besides…I was used to that exhausted feeling.  I wasn’t sleeping well anyway.  I began to jog feeling uncomfortable out in the night alone but too guilty to weave.
    Flushed and panting, I was relieved to reach my porch.  I searched my floppy purse for my keys and realized how seldom I’d actually returned home in a normal manner.  After a few frustrated minutes of feeling around in my bag and shaking it to listen for the sound of a jingling clue, I gave up and weaved myself inside.  As altruistic as I wanted to be, sometimes it just had to be done.  Besides, I was dying of thirst.  As I