she went to the bathroom , and wiped the ocean of water off her face and neck.looking into the mirror , carol was reminded of the blatant truth about her own nature , and her recovery.she no longer had the luxury of being a crusader.this illness was life sensitive.every intense emotion that resulted from her past knee jerk reactions was causing the withdrawal symptoms to take her into a chokehold.weak and dizzy , carol went back to lie down.who would save the day ? for the first time she was faced with an answer she had never thought of before.it was possible that the day might not be saved by anyone.this was now a test of faith.letting go and letting a higher authority deal with all the chaos was a process with which she was completely unfamiliar .