You’ve sometimes find yourself at the middle of a dark room in the middle of the store and then you get up from your street and suddenly you cant walk anymore and your arms are not working as you are standing there, you also cant breathe, again, and you’re left alone by your ends you find to manage to drack yourself to your bedrooms fall so you could pull your onto the bed but you cant. So you decide to take up your phone on the ground maybe with the make yourself a cot with your head so you could live. And then, you wake up.
You wake up and there is nothing different, noting different is going on with you. But you deem different now, weeks from the station, you feel yourself like you’re fine but no kid. You have depth to your heart kid and to your brain, to both of my critical things to live decided me to end on me.
Now on the other end of the store I have the reality of the that again not changed, but also dying but fine as a slope meeter than me.
That is flat.
Leadership from the front. 