When I was younger I was always afraid of the dark. On Sunday nights my sister and I would watch the X-Files and then when we had to go to bed we were too terrified to go up the stairs. We had to turn on every light in the house, and of course that would annoy my dad to no end. Through this action he began to pontificate on a very real, very true idea: darkness is my friend. Things are scary only if you make them scary. If you realize the who, what, when, and where’s, you can begin to understand the why. I am standing in the darkness now, and fear is grabbing me. I have no sight to see where my next step will be. And I keep repeating Dad’s words of wisdom: “darkness is my friend, darkness is my friend, darkness is my friend…” and I can only hope that it’s true.