Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. It felt like a wild river running through my brain. Tried to turn it off. Give it a break. After all, everything and everyone needs a break or two. Off to the couch my legs went and down on the pillow went the head. The swoosh swoosh soon became groggier. However, through the fog came words. A story. My story.
They were not jumbled words. They were coherent. They told a wild tale of humble beginnings And, they told a future of many possibilities.