How can you know my future when I don't even know it myself? Yet you stand up there and tell me what I will do. I know it's just a word - I should be able to deal with it, mentally substitute if for when. But when you've just told me I've failed and I must work for every second towards a goal that is not my own, I don't feel particularly strong. Certainly not strong enough to hold back the tides of my stomach pouring forth through the dam door - the door your words opened.