What… on… Earth… was that this morning??? Whatever it was, it revived some very deep seated thoughts, memories, and emotions this numb, acutely shy, and avoidant soul buried decades ago that just flowed out in a river of tears, then again after lunch, and again when I read the couple’s last sound byte, way more than they did after I lost the majority of my family a few years ago to suicide, my closest sibling and favorite brother and my next brother from major depression, and my parents from medical reasons. They were thoughts, memories, and emotions I had shut away over years of being beat down by a mentally and emotionally abusive narcissist for a theology professor and part-time pastor dad, and culture shock in middle school from stuck up class mates and bullies. As a result I became acutely shy and developed an avoidant personality, and have been a virtual hermit ever since. As if that wasn’t safe enough, two weeks from my 30th birthday, my mind shut down even more the moment I walked off a plane and walked into the Lihue airport on Kauai for a 3-month work vacation that turned into 9 months living in my grandparents’ vacation home. At that moment, I acquired chronic derealization disorder, a dissociative disorder that effectively ended my life and turned me into a pale shadow of my former self, numb and shut off, in a way, from the world around me. And I’ve been numb ever since. But I get the feeling my perfect webinar will be reviving the deepest parts not of the old me, but the me who didn’t get to grow up, what therapists call the wounded inner child. I get the feeling my perfect webinar will be some badly needed therapy for me, having lost my dad two Septembers ago, after my mom, and that if I can overcome my shyness and numbness enough to record my perfect webinar, guess what, if I manage to pull it off, anyone will see that they can do it too. I never imagined Russell would be selling a dream so intense it would move this numb soul to tears, even bring up some deep seated sputtering a couple of times that would’ve turned into full blown, full-bodied sobbing / weeping. Man alive can stories ever be powerful. I had no idea they could be that powerful, when heard in a certain context.