I found myself standing alone, after those in the line had suddenly, and all at once, taken a large step backwards.
It had the hallmarks of that movie scene where the person is ‘volunteered’ by the simple fact that everyone else had moved quicker.
Had I won something? Had I lost something? Had I been volunteered to join the Army? Had I been volunteered to make that door entry into a burning building? No. It was much more terrifying than that. Continue reading What can you learn from a purple lion?
