It is, actually, almost physically painful. Every single morning, getting up and repeating the same routine, driving the same route from Auburn to Norcross. It’s horrible. Every morning I pray that it will be my last day walking through the doorway to the Georgia Right to Life office. Hoping, praying, that maybe, just maybe, this day will be the day that I get called before the Executive Committee and informed that my services are no longer required. Each day, though, I know that’s not likely...