My dear, Every morning I get up and pray, I don’t pray for treasures. Or pleasures. For I will not grow if I am handed my wants and needs. I will not learn how to feed myself if I am fed. What will make me grow is in my doing of things that I abhor. Things I detest. Things that worry me. Things that bring an unease upon me… That’s why every day I get up and ask God to push upon me my fears. Falsely yours, Ruby...