She looked at the bus racing towards her stop. She thought about how frail her bones were. She thought about the people she could hurt. She held so much power. Everybody holds so much power. If we could turn that power into electricity, we’d have enough energy to charge our phones. She knew she could walk away. She had options, a way out, people who cared. But still, something drew her closer to the stop. Thoughts racing through her head, she breathed in. And out. And stepped forwards.