I, um, I fell down in the woods, when I was running. I fell down and I looked at the ground and I saw my hand and my sleeve and the little button on my sleeve and some dirt and an old acorn. And I said to myself, ‘Okay if this is the last thing you ever see, I can handle that.’ I’m done. I’ve had enough. But it wasn’t the last thing I saw. I just kept going. How do you keep going when the worst thing has happened? What do you have to change inside to survive. Who do you have to become?