Forgive the cliché, but here is the truth. This summer I reached a point in my life where I was standing at a metaphorical crossroads, having trouble deciding which path to take. There were no handy road signs and they don’t draw maps for this sort of dilemma. I knew a Sat Nav couldn’t direct me when I didn’t know my destination. There wasn’t even a Hansel and Gretel trail of breadcrumbs to follow, which I could quite rightly expect after four years of studying Literature! There was nothing. Just me...and the crossroads...and Robert Frost’s poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’. Then, of course, there was my own fear of making the wrong choice, because unless we travel all available paths, how do we know which is right? I felt I couldn’t afford to make the wrong choice. But, therein lies a positive: At least I had a choice, and it seems that how we respond to the events our choices trigger is what makes us individually human.