This reporter just left. She wanted to know how I did it. How I came so far so fast. What's so special about me, she wanted to know, that got me ahead of the pack? Wasn't it wonderful, she asked, to have so much happen all at once?

“Yes,” I said. "Wonderful. Simply wonderful."

Then, the moment she left, I went over to the window and threw it open. I leaned way out, looking down to the street, eight stories below, and I thought how wonderful it would be, just wonderful, to let go, and fall.

But instead I pulled back inside and I called you. I almost didn't. I was too embarrassed. Embarrassed to be ungrateful. Embarrassed by all I've got that I don't deserve. But the God's honest truth is, I don't feel like I've got a thing. I feel naked and helpless, and I have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going.

They want to know, all of them, how I made it. But me, all I want to know is how to make it, just make it through just one more day.