There was a time when I thought all was lost. Even though I had secured a contract for the facility in writing – the same facility in which we do all our business and operate today – I still knew something was very wrong. All I could do was lay on the floor. Yes, not in bed, but on the floor next to it, and I said "Oh, oh, oh, I feel bad," because I did feel bad. I really, really did.
But then, one fine day, a man came barging into the room. He turned on the lights using a fist punch which made me jump off the floor and then hit my head on the stone floor. After that he just stood there. Then he said: "Do you know the difference between who and what you are?" He ran across the room, past me, towards the window, and as he drew near it, he dove towards the curtains and caught one of the ends with his hand. He screamed in pain because he landed very badly on his side, but he quickly regained control of the situation since hurting wasn't his end goal. Back up, now limping in pain because of the fall, he took a step back, still holding the end of the long, silk curtain, roared at the top of his lungs and plunged back towards the door with the fabric still in his hand. Using all of his body's speed and brute force, he ripped the window out of its socket.
He was gone. The window was laying on the floor next to me, and he continued downstairs. The curtain had shrunk in size, and it was becoming smaller the more he ran. He proceeded downstairs. I heard his heavy steps on the metal coming from the floor below me. This is when I felt it: Power. In less than one second, I was on my feet. I was barefoot in just shorts. I ran, oh did I run. Instead of skipping so many steps the man had skipped because of his speed and brute force, I jumped from the fence close to the stairwell. I flexed all my muscles in my body while in the air, filled my lungs with air, prepared for impact, and a few moments before I could feel the floor with my toes, I released all my energy. I felt it; I sensed it was "good". I successfully broke the fall, and then I quickly observed the room and saw the man who was still not outside our premises. I ran as fast as I could, and it was not hard at all, and I came closer to him every second. He was almost by the entrance, and he was running as fast as he could. I almost tripped on the curtain, but I jumped over it, too. In the very middle of the doorframe of the company entrance, I took a final leap and trampled on his shoelaces. He could not take more steps, because I had put my foot on his shoelaces. In full speed, and in full brute force, he went down. There is a small flight of stairs just outside the entrance which made his fall bigger as he smacked his head down into the tarmac outside the building.
The man was arrested and the state took care of him, which is not something I, who is very entrepreneurial-minded and business-like, put a lot of research into. Therefore I don't know the rest of his story.
I want this story to tell you that even someone like me, Stratched Earnstein, who felt very bad for a very long time and who was struck down in life beyond the point of a normal worker's daily working, business and entrepreneurial activities spotted at our facilities here at Huggson E. Inc, can go from that place, to stepping on someone's shoe laces while finding new spiritual strength and jumping from heights as serious as 20 feet in your bare feet.
I can still remember his scream.
- Earnstein