There I was, sitting.
I can say I didn’t have a thought in my head. Completely empty for a few unforgettable seconds.
Then came a party crasher with a boom box camped on the right shoulder. The crasher boldly strutted into my empty thinking chamber. It released the worn boom box off the shoulder. The box hovered in the air. It reached on the top of the music-blaster, then rudely cranked up the volume. The following words snapped me back to consciousness: “If you don’t have faith in your self, now can you have faith in anything else?”
That’s one heck of a question.
I don’t have an answer. Yet!