“You’re in this moment of love,” she says.
“You have this amazing, amazing moment of truth.”
She begins to cry, then pauses.
She looks around the room.
“Are you scared?” she asks the others.
The girl’s eyes close and she laughs.
She holds up her hands, her cheeks flushed.
“Yeah,” she finally says.
Then she turns to the other girls.
“What if you can’t be in love?” she says, with an infectious smile.
“It’s a very good question.”
“I would never say that,” the girl says, smiling back.
“That’s really a really good question,” she tells the girls.
Then, her voice becomes louder.
“If you want to do this, you’re going to have to go to school.”
Her voice has lost some of its energy.
She pauses again.
“I just want to make sure I’m really going to make it,” she explains.
She smiles, then starts to walk.
The girls laugh.
“Well, let’s go,” she adds.
She follows behind them.
Her friend, another girl, sits on the floor and looks at her.
“So what’s going to happen?” she whispers.
“Can I just go back to my room?”
The girl, a girl, is silent.
A few moments later, the girl on the ground says: “Okay, I understand.”
Then she looks at the girls in silence.
“Okay,” she whispers, again.
This girl on her floor has a serious expression on her face.
Suddenly, the other girl’s voice is much higher pitched.
“Do you think you’re scared?” it asks.
“I do,” she answers.
“Because I’m scared.”
This is the kind of conversation you’d expect to have with a 14-year-old girl.
But she’s not.
This is an actual video that the students are watching.
And this is a woman who is speaking to them.
In a video that is not recorded by the video camera, the women are sitting in silence, watching a video in which the young girl is speaking.
The video is called “Bubble Girl,” and it is the story of a young woman who, in 2014, had an accident that caused her to develop severe back pain.
The woman has had no treatment for her back pain, so she goes into the emergency room, where she meets a young man who says he knows what he’s doing.
“So you have a back injury?” the young man asks her.
“Yes,” the young woman replies.
The young man takes a look at her back.
“Is this really what you’re thinking about?”
The young woman’s friend, who is a nurse, tells her to sit down.
She’s still sitting, and the nurse has not told the woman what she’s supposed to be thinking.
I’m not a doctor, but I’m thinking about a lot of things.
The young women look at each other. “
How do you feel?” the girls are still talking.
The young women look at each other.
The nurse says, “What do you think about it?”
The girl says: I feel really bad about it.
The girl looks at me and says, I don’t know.
I feel so bad.
I don and don’t want to be in the situation I’m in right now.
I want to leave the room and not think about what’s happening to me.
I have no idea what’s wrong.
I just don’t think I can help.
I feel so, so helpless.
This is why I’m so afraid.
I really feel that way.
These are the same young women who were on their knees in front of a camera as a teenager.
But now they are on their phones, listening to a man who wants to help them.
The next day, they see that the young men have sent a video message to the young girls in the hospital.
It is from a woman named Jhala, who says she is a physical therapist.
“What’s the story?” the nurses ask.
Jhala says, Yes, it is about my back.
I am in a lot pain.
I had a terrible injury, and now I’m going through this really bad back pain again.
I need help.
I can’t do it alone.
I think about all the young people in this room who are feeling terrible.
They have no answers, no answers.
They are suffering.
They are losing their futures.
Jehala says she will help the young ladies in their pain.
She says she knows how difficult it is for them to come to a therapist and ask for help.
“You need to be on your toes,” she insists.
“Don’t be afraid to go into a doctor’s office and have a physical.”