I'm Suddenly Reminded of a Three Days Grace Song

So shortly after my little post last night I placed my laptop into hibernation mode and stompted out about three steps to the living room. Plopping on the couch I managed to read exactly half of a page before my mother came and shouted at me that it was "lights out". Despite constant setbacks I must continue marching forward to victory!

Now, moving on....

I'll admit, I was not really a big fan of Cherryl. I did feel extreme pity (after all, she had to deal with Jim all of the time), but I did learn to like the character a few days ago when she came and spoke to Dagny Taggart. Cherryl reminded me that even the most stubborn shopgirl can change, whether that change is for the better or the worst is up to her.

Then, I became absolutely furious when Jim and her had their little episode. Somewhere along the way I have forgiven Fransisco for slapping Dagny (he had good reason), but Jim will never again have the slightest bit of respect from me. At this point I developed a strong connection with Cherryl. I ran while she ran, I screamed along with her, I became this character lost in a world of chaos. I felt the strongest sense of respect towards her.

And then she failed me.

Not only me, she failed you. She failed every shopgirl out there, every girl who has ever come from the slums, every girl who feels as if they cannot escape a hellous relationship. She failed herself, and she failed the world she supported.

She failed the idea of loving your life. If she selfishly loved her life she would have fought for it. She would have fought for it with her last breath. However, she didn't fight for it. She took her own last breath away.

I will not follow in the footsteps of Cherryl. I will run, I will scream, but I will never disgrace the ideals I believe. Not only did she commit suicide of the body, but of the mind, spirit, and of idea also.

Atlas Shrugged: 840/1068