There Were Times
There were times when I was just starting RCF. Times when I would stand in an open area, breath in the air, and somehow know that something was happening to fencing, something good. Times when I had poured my savings into some warehouse on the back side of a skating rink, and I was buying ramen to stay fed. I could feel it happening all around me. When I told people about it, they seemed confused, like I was speaking in gibberish.