I feel sick to my stomach.
One good deed deserves another, or so the saying goes.
So how can a life-changing good deed on my part turn into this? I don't have it in me to go as far as I am being asked. The more I am pushed, the more I lose hope, sanity, faith, trust... Weight...
Just when I am building something positive for the future, it is knocked down by a spoilt, angry child who can't get their own way.
This is one step too far, and so I wait to see what happens when the blocks hit the floor.
I get the feeling I may get crushed.
