Once upon a time my husband went into the woods and got into a firefight with some other guys. He had a great time and started going to events like this more and more often. He would come home be dirty and exhausted, but would talk about how much fun he had. He worked and got this cool jacket for being a part of this organization. Finally, I got curious and decided to go with him, it was the hardest thing I had ever done.
But it was rewarding (and I got an awesome jacket of my own).
I didn't go to any other 1 Shepherd events that semester. But after the bruises faded and I forgot just how sore my muscles were I went to more events. Being a part of this organization has really taught me a lot about myself. I've learned just how strong I can be.