In the room from which we cannot escape we notice messages left for us to find. Things that will instill even more uncertainty and fear. The room is small and we are waiting, we know that much. Suddenly a woman appears. Just as suddenly I recall that as a child I sometimes used to sing when I was scared, to ward off the thoughts that fed fear. So I begin to sing. It becomes a blues song. My voice stays steady but low, and while I improvise the next line I watch the facial expressions of the woman. She seems both surprised and amused. My song is clearly about myself and the situation I am in this moment. I know that I am fighting something dark, and I realize this woman is here to mediate. My focus is breaking up and I am striving to find one more line to conclude my song. An instant before I utter the last words the woman communicates with me and hints to me that there might be a way out, a way that not everyone can take, but do I know what that is? In a fragment of a moment my thoughts are moving in all directions. The words come to me: "Because I AM!" She smiles.

While awake...

Never, never, never give up.
Winston Churchill

... and never, never, never forget.