FuelSeptember 24, 2010
That week, food turned to dust in my mouth. Ravenous, I sat in front of plate after plate and found my appetite disappearing three, four, five bites in.
“That’s all yours,” she said, gesturing with one chopstick.
“Take it,” I said. And then, “This has never happened to me. Ever.”
For years, I’d felt like I was starving to death. Now, running on a steady diet of adrenaline and hope, it felt like just the charged air around me was enough fuel for the journey.