It was the first time and it would not be the last. The moment when your heart beats so fast you think the person next to you can hear it. You hear a roar in your ears that convinces you a train is near by. Your breathing stops until you finally remember to keep that line life going and you breathe, in and out. Your body is frozen and as hard as you try you can’t move. You know you need to get there but you can’t. It was the first time I experienced this moment of shear terror. What was happening?Yes, it was the first time but, it was not going to be the last.


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