He felt the warm oozing from his neck. He looked aground. Nothing. He looked toward the ceiling. Nothing was dripping. He looked again, only this time when his head retuned to normal, he felt slightly dizzy. His heart seemed to also be beating faster. He touched his neck with his right hand. He was bleeding profusely. It was all over his hand and coat. People around him had started to look at him ...

He stormed into our office. He’d been carrying the burden for many days and nights. When he saw them in their office he imagined what they spoke of him. When he saw them going to lunch he wondered about the negative things they said. He’d become paranoid. Colors triggered him. Grays and blacks in particular put him in a spin.

Why would you say that I’m splitting. I take my job seriously. I give ...

He imagined Tony daily. His speech. His animation. His motivation. Tony was his world. His guru. He’d become fascinated by Tony during late nights. He was single and alone. So during late Saturday nights Tony would be on the screen. He yelled about what was possible. He screened that we could be more than the sum of our present. He overcome our weaknesses by pointing to the strength we could becom...