Just like when I met the Bandits, I wasn't scared of the men standing right in front of me and were combat-ready. My old self would have been scared to death of what I was about facing but thank goodness for the new-me. If not for Deborah, I could have been subjected to shame whenever I met these people, I don't even know if I will still be alive by now. The new power in me was my confidence whenever I meet these bad men, it was the only thing that kept me going stronger and stronger in front of my opposition.

"Why did you steal my horse?" The huge...