I sat there on the cold core, and looked up at the starry outside. My hands lay limp next to me, helpless and powerless. I sobbed from deep within myself, throwing my emotions into the stern silent air. I couldn’t help but wonder why the heavens had chosen to keep me living but had also just chosen to kill me. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone, this was a daily pain, no an every second pain felt by others around the world. I feared that perhaps as frequently as I breath, pain is felt.