I want to tell you a story, that happened about ten years ago. An adult man, in his 30s, picked up the phone and learned that his father, who had just turned 61, had had a massive heart attack. The kind where he clinically died and was only revived by the fortune of having a first responder immediately behind his vehicle when it swerved off the road. The type of heart attack where he was in a coma in an ICU with no timeline for when he would wake up. A heart attack and subsequent coma that made it very possible, to that man, that his father would not wake up, or would wake up with only the barest of functionality. And that wasn't the only problem: that man was the caretaker of a relative with a degenerative condition, but as he got older, it seemed more and more likely that he wouldn't have the physical stamina to do so anymore. And so that man begin the process of travelling, and of also worrying about what he was going to say to a lot of lawyers and social workers. And on the long journey back

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Once upon a time there was an enchanted princess who lived in a magical castle in a fairytale kingdom in Old Europe. Her name was Razibelle. She had everything she wanted and more, however, she was not allowed to leave the castle. When she was born, the king and queen had a banquet. They had in invited everyone except for a very wicked witch…

there are many places to stand.
don't waste your energy drawing lines in the sand.
the tide will wash them away.
walk the beach.
listen.