Why walk into the line of fire? Why work day and night to just get close to death? What am I because of this? Am I crazy? Caring? Awesome? No, that's not it.
I'm on my death bed almost every second of the bed; I could die at any time. Why? What am I because of that? Loyal? Loving? Courageous?
I got it; I know what I am,
I Chiro am…
Brave.